This process is hellish, as my mind processes, its relentless. I - TopicsExpress



          

This process is hellish, as my mind processes, its relentless. I cant stop, I cant rest, someone please come and arrest me, my mind is a slaughterhouse, please dont test me! I Leave words left slain with my macabre brain, keep up, not catch up, never ahead of me - R.I.P- So many are dead to me, I wont allow them to evade or escape me - the ones that leave me, haunt me, so theyll never be free! Scribbled to death when Im pensive with the pencil lead! Theyre never forgotten, take the life from em and leave em clad in decay and rotting, Im ever so rotten. But I long for em, they belong to me, theyre my art, theyre my heart, I pick em all apart, my OCD bloodshed, my ink bleeds phantoms that I stitch back up with my needle and thread - a pencil full of lead. I bend em and abuse them like they abuse me! Words are my pride, they will have to be prized from me! Theyre my prize! Theyre all mine, I captivate you with them, those that I captured and are captive within the lines of my mind. Did it ever occur to you that I need them - to be me, for me to breath! They take everything out of me but give me everything I need! I could never be free; who said Id ever want to be! If we were ever estranged my mind would wilt, deteriorate and become deranged! They already say Im already strange, they keep me balanced like the scales of judgement, its a love you dont understand cos its a gift that god sent! But I wont relent cos Im hell bent, on becoming the greatest wordsmith since the hands of time, such saga that will remain timeless! This enigma on lines. The words remain mine. They are my legacy, they will leave something ever so greater than me, they will live on much longer than me! They created me - and almost destroyed me, but they will only make me who I want to be. I beg you please dont yawn at my yarn, these precious words stopped me from a fate far greater than self harm! On this eve, I relapsed with this pen - mark my words I need these words, I dont intend to part from my words - but I wont pretend, sometimes Im buried by the weight and burden of this curse! I re-write lines a thousand times, I scribble riddles until my eyes are blurred! This is all I know, this how I unload, its the only thing that works. What a wicked web these words weave, what a bitter sweet taste these words leave!
Posted on: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 19:34:51 +0000

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