A conversation with myself...
Contributed by
Unheard_Mute
on
Wednesday, 1st December 2004 @ 05:20:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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What? Who's there? Hello?
Only silence did follow,
I began to think, maybe I misheard,
Till I only sat up and muttered,
I am crazy, I have lost my mind,
Now I'm not only a mute, but now I'm blind.
You're not blind my friend, you're just starting to see,
And I am the one that will set you free,
You are a mute, so I will speak for you,
And I will speak right, and I will speak true.
Who's there!? Get away from me!
Take what you want and let me be.
Silly boy, I want no possessions, nor cause you harm,
Calm your heart, no need for alarm,
I am your friend, your only true one at that,
And all I want to do is sit here and chat,
His voice, didn't echo from the room,
But it sounded as if it came from my mind's vacuum,
Quite so, I reside in your head,
I hear every word thought, and every word said,
I'm here to help, so please don't fret,
Listen to me, I promise you won't regret,
I was crazy, and I couldn't not fear,
What's going on, why are you here?
Silly child, I'm here to help,
And you need it so, you unheard whelp.
Help with what? What help do I need?
I thought I was going to die here alone today, as with God I agreed.
Die? Oh heaven's my, no,
Quite so, I need you more than you know,
And you need me, of this is apparent,
You and I, my friend, are coherent.
Need you!? I need not a thing!
I am a slave to nothing.
My mind is my own, you have no part,
I need you not, now let us end this, before it will start.
Not a slave? You truly are a fool,
All are slaves, all in this cesspool.
You are the same, in every way,
Your mind is already dead, it already began to decay,
A slave you are, mine who's path to choose,
Mine to control, mine to abuse,
You think that you know true hurt?
Don't do as I say, I'll show you up till now, it's only been discomfort...
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