Trapped inside my own head
With nothing but my own
Fevered dreams to comfort me.
I know the pain of the madman;
He lives inside of me.
I've felt the strength of demons and the weakness of self-preservation.
And hope. Hope.
Hey,parents do you know where your kids are tonight?
Are they locked away inside of themselves?
Are their minds slipping away?
Mama hen, mama hen ...
The fox had taken your baby again.
Precious minds are a shame to waste
Memories are forgotten in haste
I am losing all that is me...
Yet gaining something entirely
Different.
Something that acts like and animal and speaks like a god.
Comforts me like a best friend and loves me like its child.
I am it's child
An innocent brag ready for its teachings.
Ready to do what is told to me.
Believing all that is said to me.
Taking in all,
And living off of my fevered dream.
~Alissa Jackson
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Project Feel
Non-Fiction"Written words speak when your voice fails" I started this project almost two years ago as a way for people all around the world to see that they are not voiceless or alone and that there isn't just one version of life. Not only that but also to sh...
