Saturday, October 15, 2011

Schizophrenic

You're sitting in your room;
There's not a soul in sight. 
A banging in your tomb, 
But there's no need for freight.
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Hold a pillow to your chest.
The world begins to change.
Shut your mouth, it's for the best;
What others see deranged.
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Swallowed whole in red.
A creature dark and violent.
It creeps up to your bed,
Keep your body silent.
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Listen to their voice.
Whispers in your ear.
Still you have a choice,
Sight becoming clear.
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The ground beneath you fades away,
Heart begins to drop.
Another struggle through the day,
Until the night it stops.

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