Plunge Into the PsycheA Poem by Jeremiah Medinaa poem/song about becoming schizo.... among other things...
I think my brain is leaking
Out of every hole Looks like the walls are shaking Time to go home Take a walk, down the lane Please dont stop, feel the pain Is that shock, on your face? With the fear, your insane. Where has your eye gone? Floating away It takes you along Until your above, up above... Its all so small, Like ants and dots Elevation falls As you hit rocks How are you not a pancake right now? Splattered onto the sidewalk Some horrific life like cartoon With bulging eyes, thats made of goo Why are you standing there saying nothing Just starring blankly into the distance As if searching for that one hint, that one clue Its right under your nose, right up front and over And here it comes the elephant And where you ask Has it come from Well no one knows Or no one sees A gigantic problem festering. Paranoia sets in now What will i do to fix this How are they gonna look at me When they know all my secrets They'll hunt me down for sure, im sure Theyll make me bleed of course Make me beg to end my life Just to end the torture I feel it in my bones I read their minds i know I see it in their eyes I think Im gonna die What do i know, schizo Dilussions of whats sane hallucinating crazy f**k Mushing up your brain Ill fight back or so ill try but in the end i fear ill lie Face down on the floor starring up at the door got to go twitchings dull cant hold on Time to pull Taking me Far away Wont return any day. When i go numb A catatonic hub Please disapear... When you scream, and ive gone deaf. A vegetable is all im left Please Cook me dear... And When im not Able to talk Remenber what was Try and live on... I'll be lost And never found A statue glued upon the ground A log thats rotting A fading cloud A star exploding Breaking down... Have no fear I loved it here... And i would love From anywhere. Singned the Psycho, I WAS HERE. © 2009 Jeremiah Medina |
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2 Reviews Added on January 1, 2009 AuthorJeremiah MedinaIn the Woods, TXAboutI Am Me. Not a tree. Not a dream or submarine. I am happy. I am Free. I am laughing, At disbelief. Living life, Lovin beats. I am me This is it. more..Writing
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