inwardly thinking
how strange it must be
time seems to stand still
yet moves just the same
awkwardly feeling
i don't seem to mind
my life has changed
at some point gotten lame
disastrous outcome
disassembly of thought
i wade threw metaphors
then tend to pick them apart
reasons are relative
eggshells are dropped
i walk across them
trying not to piss people off
mix up the potion
drink it down in relief
pull out the razor
cut myself to breathe
as i wonder threw my pity
with not a word to say
my ideas are morbid
for tomorrow and today
the voices tell me so much
ideas and visions better left unknown
bent and twisted half-truths
that chill me to the bone
with a sudden flip of the switch
they turn on the light
despondent and gruesome
thoughts i have to fight
the voices are my conflict
they are looking for release
death or sanity's end
are the ends that can make them cease
jimbo
10-01-05
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