The Catatonic Plague

[TheTwighlight]

The Catatonic Plague

There's murder running rampant in my blood
That drags my lonely conscience through the mud
Here I wait as boredom's only guest
I'm happy just to know I'm second best
The gold just isn't gold when I'm on edge
Someone grab my hand, I'm on the ledge
I'm blinded by the shimmer of the sun
You can let go of my fingers when I'm done
I'll run anywhere to make it out
I'd do anything to stop this drought
I'll solve the riddles you have found
The highest hill can't stop my route
I'm breathing just because I know I'm dead
Waiting for the ghost to show it's head
I'm bleeding from the broken side of hell
No more tales of sadness left to tell
I’m focused on the triumph
But I can’t help the crime
I'm walking with the balance of a drunk
Trusting in a ship that wrecked but hasn't quite yet sunk
I'm dancing on a high of bastard luck
I'll look you honest in the eye and then I'll sow it shut
I'll run anywhere to make it out
I'd do anything to stop this drought
I'll repair the doors that you broke down
My mind is ill without a doubt
A suicide runs rampant through my blood
A weary conscience swimming in the mud
It's lonely when you leave your only friend
To cloak the only meaning from beginning to the end
This is the war my body has to lose
There are no other options left to choose
This is the fight I'm choosing to give up
I’ll prove to myself who is right and who is really tough
I'll run anywhere to make it out
My mind is ill without a doubt
I'll run any way that you have found
I'd do anything
Anything to make it out
See, I'm blinded by the shimmer of the sun
And I'll suffer all my losses when I'm done
But I'd rather put a bullet in my head
If I don't stop I know I'll end up dead



Copyright 2006 The Horsehead Nebula

 

[TheTwighlight]

Revised.

 

[Dastrix Slogan]

Simple rhyme but it feels well put together - theres a feeling of realisation of running out of control in this, im not sure if that is the essence of this piece but that came through quite strongly for me - like as if at the egde of the cliff and knowing you are going to jump anyway.

I'm dancing on a high of bastard luck
I'll look you honest in the eye and then I'll sow it shut

Best bit right there!

 

[TheTwighlight]

Yeah, you got it. It still needs revision, though. But the main idea is heavily set in place. The wording just isn't as powerful as I'd like right now. This poem is about how I was addicted to drugs and about to die (literally) and all my friends saw this happening to me and others yet they still dug themselves deeper. The whole time I was just thinking "come on, look at me, look at what I've done to myself, you don't want to end up here." It's just too bad that self-destruction is so much fun. You never know until you're dead and can't help anyone. The "me" in this song (not poem, song) was me when I was addicted to Klonopin, Xanax, Dextro-amp, Meth, Oxy, Neurontin, Sonata, and weed daily. All of my friends said that they expected me dead now. They said they thought my funeral would have already passed. Fuck the grim reaper.