Whats wrong with meA Poem by The DonI wrote this to capture...I am falling into my own mind. I am trying to stand, as to start my own journey, but as I exhaust into bed at night, bloody scraped knees from my digression. I seek for my cause, but this matter in sight is so disgusting A fear stained howl of gnarling thoughts. an eerie confusion and literal, physical, pain. the confusion has its own pecular voice, and its screams. and it screams! Not as a startled shriek... but like a woman being tortured in a dark room, imagine her screams... full of pain full of fear full of confusion I can feel every sound of that womans cry, like spiders on my spinal chord crawling to my ears. I've memorized the pitch and tone so much so that my life mirrors the pitch and clones the tone and I am the sound and I am the pain and I am, and I am, and I am... and... I want to simply die while screaming in myself. because it seems to me, as that all i can be, is that echoing scream. coming to the end of a painful origin, on a journey to an inevitable silence. © 2013 The DonReviews
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7 Reviews Added on March 31, 2013 Last Updated on March 31, 2013 AuthorThe Doncolorado springs, COAboutI am a poet and musician. I want to get some of myself out there. I consider myself very different from others in many ways, but my goal is to show my differences through art. more..Writing
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