Words; Simple Thoughts

1.

I've been sitting here for hours
With the same song blasting into my ears.

Then there is silence

Long enough to feel again;
Two seconds of silence so loud
My head hits the floor,
Two seconds of a thousand words
Screaming in my mind,
Bouncing off the walls--
These voices:
Mine, yours, hers, his,
Battle for centuries in another dimension--
The music begins again;
A subtle, temporary pain reliever.

(Then two more seconds
Of deafening silence)


GET OUT OF MY MIND UNLESS YOU LOVE ME ENOUGH
TO STAY THERE WITHOUT
DESTROYING ME
ONE
GOOD INTENTION
AT
A
TIME.

It's so loud I can't hear anymore
Can't feel anymore
Can't see anymore
Don't know anymore
Don't want anymore
TELLMETELLMETELLMETELLME

(Darling, I fear I've lost my mind.)

May I ask a question, please?
"Where do you run, when you need to feel safe--
where do you hide from yourself?"

The sun is cold as ice,
Though my skin is scorched to black.

Light is a liar,
(So is love)
But that's never stopped me before.

(In darkness there is truth.)
In truth there is darkness.
(The answer is that there is no answer.)
Just say yes.

My tears are drowning
My thoughts have headaches,
My soul is sold,

Hysteria is taking over,
(And these pills aren't working.)

I'm tearing my hairs out
One by one,
Ripping out

Every thought of you,
Every note in your voice
Every glimmer in your eye,
Every memory and dream;
I rip them right out out of my head,

One
At
A
Time.

Hundreds of thousands of images
Ripped out
And erased.


What have you done to me?
(What have you done to me?)
Take it away
Take it away
Take it away
TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE IT

Remove my mask,
Kiss me hard,
Kill me soft,
and scream into my ears
How I've fucked up

Again.

2.
Wordswordswordswords
Wordswordswordswords
Wordswordswordswords

So many words,
Anywhere
Everywhere

Letters,
Lines

(Words)

Dissected into intangible bits--
Not just letters,
Not just lines,
Or strokes,
Or dots,
But
Every
Drop
Of
Ink,

(spilled like blood,
On your (s)words)

Falls
One
By one
By one
On the writing desk of my mind--

(How is a raven like a writing desk?)

My cluttered, filthy,
Disgusting,
Mind.

Every scratch of the pen,
Kills a brain cell.
One after another.
Ring around the rosies,
They all fall down.
(When will this headache go away?)

I've spilled another bottle of ink:
Pages of words,
Now covered in black.

The words are gone,
But their memory lives on:

What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
What am I?
and
why?