Me, myself and I : Excerpts from personal diary - The problem with duality; you never know what the other is doing ! For when the darkness is gone the blackness remains and the light cannot penetrate the abyss that is the subconscious mind . Memory fragments with a blanket of amnesiastic complacency ! Down the garden path and shot ?! Pop a load of pills, lie back awaiting the inevitable conclusion ?! Easy options I dare say. But how desperate is the path these footfalls tread, at times I have never felt so bismally alone, so retched, so hateful of self . Is it weakness ? Or am I compelled to believe that it is my destiny to end up on a mortuary slab, premature of my years ! My life seems to be led by sircumstantial chance, irrelevant synchronicity . I am always drawn to the unusual, hearing the unseen, the out of the ordinary and smell things most people pay little, or no heed to at all. I seem to empathise with suffering, yet have suffered no great hardship, how does anyone make sense of such conflicting contradictions inevitably drowning ones self in a swell of emotional purges. Suffocating in social protocol, herded like mindless pieces of flesh to the abattoir awaiting that final pulse from the abyss to engulf all sense of reality, then blankness, standing at the mouth of the void and nothingness . Me and I : There is a madman in my room He lurks amongst the shadows Keeping pace with each breath There when I am asleep at night There when I awake He is there when I take a shower There when I comb my hair In his eyes such a contradiction A doleful stare holds my gaze A dream amongst society A ghostly shape of humanity The echo of my heartbeat Reminds me that hes there The madman in my room; Me and I ...... ......
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 20:50:13 +0000