Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
walking
i walk at night when Christians are in bed, because I feel unholy unwanted,tainted,
walking for hours in the dark poorly lit back streets...trying to find something I guess...maybe myself, maybe a memory...
Voices, there are always voices, they never stop, never let me sleep, never let me stop walking. Telling me I’m worthless, stupid, lazy.
If I walk, I tell myself, they will go away they have to...
I’m tired have been for days. Tired of living tired of thinking, tired of walking. My self-deprecation does not allow for any leeway. If I stop I will go crazy, stay crazy...
I dream sometimes when I walk, dream of better places, golden fields and
smiles for days, the kiss from a girl long since forgotten, a childhood lived in a flash down by the creek. Did I ever know happiness like this?
I awaken still plagued by the emptiness but now there is more, I’m somewhere new...
White walls flood over my senses like fingernails on a chalkboard. How many
days had I been here?
I try to move but cant, I’m restrained, trapped in my own thoughts. I know violence and struggle will not release me from my
shackles. I’ve been here to many times...I know the rules.
Looking around I see the familiar faces, haunted, fading signs of humanity in their eyes. They will always be here, they are me.
Next comes sleep, the death of the normal world....
A warmth smooths away the tears from my cheek. An image of a smile, the sound
of laughter and a sense of hunger for life washes over me.I’m disoriented I’m living two second away from reality, away from lunacy.
i smile contently because here is the only place i can be everything and anything.
The only place i want to be
[This message has been edited by liquidphil1 (edited 06 September 2001).]
i walk at night when Christians are in bed, because I feel unholy unwanted,tainted,
walking for hours in the dark poorly lit back streets...trying to find something I guess...maybe myself, maybe a memory...
Voices, there are always voices, they never stop, never let me sleep, never let me stop walking. Telling me I’m worthless, stupid, lazy.
If I walk, I tell myself, they will go away they have to...
I’m tired have been for days. Tired of living tired of thinking, tired of walking. My self-deprecation does not allow for any leeway. If I stop I will go crazy, stay crazy...
I dream sometimes when I walk, dream of better places, golden fields and
smiles for days, the kiss from a girl long since forgotten, a childhood lived in a flash down by the creek. Did I ever know happiness like this?
I awaken still plagued by the emptiness but now there is more, I’m somewhere new...
White walls flood over my senses like fingernails on a chalkboard. How many
days had I been here?
I try to move but cant, I’m restrained, trapped in my own thoughts. I know violence and struggle will not release me from my
shackles. I’ve been here to many times...I know the rules.
Looking around I see the familiar faces, haunted, fading signs of humanity in their eyes. They will always be here, they are me.
Next comes sleep, the death of the normal world....
A warmth smooths away the tears from my cheek. An image of a smile, the sound
of laughter and a sense of hunger for life washes over me.I’m disoriented I’m living two second away from reality, away from lunacy.
i smile contently because here is the only place i can be everything and anything.
The only place i want to be
[This message has been edited by liquidphil1 (edited 06 September 2001).]
