Peaches

Ode to a psycho!HA!
2001-12-03 21:03:03 (UTC)

Breathe

I wrote a poem: actually I've written a lot of them,
but I wrote this one five min ago:

The quivering cloud of darkenss draws closer,
Fingernails scrape my flesh tearing inside
out,
No longer must I fight the madness,
I am free and yet utterly still tourmanted,
Reaching, and grasping outward only makes the
pain and emptiness draw quicker,
Without warning the blackness grips me by the
throat,
It surrounds me, and I weep long after ceasing
consiousness,
I lie frozen, and glassy,
I am alone, in a space beyond senses,
My cold perpetual stare, looks,
Through living eyes,
At a world I cease to exist in.