I dream, paralyzed,
But the paralysis is my dream.
Am I awake?
I keep
Remembering.
Anticipating.
Cringing.
Remembering what I anticipate,
Anticipating what I remember,
Cringing while anticipating,
Cringing while remembering.
Cringing while anticipating, while remembering, while cringing.
Cringe.
Cringe.
Cringe.
Bzzzzz...
Knife wielding, inhaling,
Breathing deep as I slice my lungs.
Bleeding. Laughing. Loving it all.
Living.
Dying.
Dying while living, living while dying, living while living, dying while dying
Life is death, death is life, death is death, life is life...
Black is white, wrong is right...
Wait.
What?!
What is right? WRONG!
What is wrong? WRONG!
It's all wrong. Everything.
Wrong, wrong, wrong!
Thoughts are wrong...
Make me stop thinking, please.
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The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.
PoetryPoetry spanning topics from love to pain, to addiction, to borderline insanity, to romanticism..in a disorder so strange it becomes an order all its own... The Pieces of Her, The Scraps of A Song.
