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Physco

Contributed by Hannah_Heaven on Friday, 25th June 2004 @ 05:28:47 PM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems

breathe my last breath
of this poison
this toxic air
whip lash
my neck brecks so easily
my heart doesnt though
it takes more of a stab
inhale the pressure
exhale the life
physco thats what iam
my mind is toxic
its memories
fragments of imagination
school girl days passed
and forgotton
an adult by nature
i grew up forgetting
the childhood
physco thats what iam
breathe in....taste the blood
running black through my veins
dont play the same old game
of life destruction
iam the victim of my own doings
my precaution threw out
now take this drug
and nod my head like ecacsty
my blood flowing upwards
drownding me of all outer contact
life outside my own eyes is fake
im a physco thats what iam
dont forget
even though im behind padded walls
i can hear your skits
read this room pressure
adict of this victim
exhale me
inhale you
smack my arm
inject my life
drug abuse
my eyes dark
glint of maddness
happiness fading
a twitch of faith
a life long of profound psychotic absence
my mind is like sand
it seeps through my hands
i cant catch it
im watching it fade away
annoyed
amused at my own horror
my nightmares are of the outside world
the life beneath my nose
sniff the cold sent of cleanliness
iam a physco
split part of me up
i hate her
'coz she trys so hard to control
what little mind i have left
i do what i do
to live and let go
of the imaginary cell walls im fighting with
the creatures of darkness i wrestle
but to find myself in the mirror
with nothing besides me
im fighting with imaginary emines
physco....

Copyright © Hannah_Heaven ... [ 2004-06-25 17:28:47]
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Re: Physco (User Rating: 1 )
by delusionalangelicsub on Monday, 12th July 2004 @ 02:48:12 PM AEST
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I see talent....I loved it. Keep up the good work. *going to read more of yours right now*

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