Trip Into Psychosis...A Poem by Charles R. CiminokiiThis was one crazy night, I have no idea what to say about it. I didn't cover it well enough in this but you will see what happens soon enough...I ask if you are there if I am really still here Is he the man behind the wall? You think that you can just call but no. When you don't think He'll just appear He'll lay you with thoughts, thoughts you can't find the meaning of anywhere And then He'll depart to leave you to think and thats where the trouble comes along. As you sit and think, about why he was there sitting, thinkin, sinking into the wall or the chair. Soon enough, your not even there. Or maybe you are Their. It can't seem real, But you are starting to not feel your surroundings, your heart, and your breath. You will begin to let go as things. start. not to. flow into the depths of what can't be Falling deeper into this hole losing all control ---Stop that humming now!--- It's not real I'm just imagining that god damn humming now! It can't be. It just can't. Because I know I can still see, But-you-can't. Your mind decives you, but does it feed you? As I start, into, this chant. So I'll ask once more time Are you there? Am I their? He'll be there When you lay yourself down Tonight. © 2008 Charles R. CiminokiiAuthor's Note
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Added on September 25, 2008AuthorCharles R. CiminokiiI sleep on park benches in, KYAboutWho am I? Well thats a story within its self to be honest with you. Who I am isn't truly as important as to what I want to do, correct? I am an aspiring renaissance man in which I am not just a writer.. more..Writing
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