Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
A raven is like a writing desk because Poe wrote on both
"Yes, I always hear them."
Voices bellowing from within,
Cancerous laughter,
Contagious thought clouding up my eyes.
"There's definitely more than one voice there."
In my head,
They talk and I listen.
Nothing bad, I do the ugly things on my own,
Of my own volition.
Curious and dark like a bitter raven,
Flapping his wings and sending me away
Like ash floating on a breeze.
The dry crackle of directions,
I feel lost and I wish it was ten years ago today.
Fresh from reason,
Not laden down with anger and rage.
"But they are there, inside."
She writes the prescription and I blush
With embarrassment at the admittance.
Yes I hear voices, no they are not harmful.
But I am.
I sit at the desk, a ghost blowing words
Onto paper and hoping for magic.
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Voices bellowing from within,
Cancerous laughter,
Contagious thought clouding up my eyes.
"There's definitely more than one voice there."
In my head,
They talk and I listen.
Nothing bad, I do the ugly things on my own,
Of my own volition.
Curious and dark like a bitter raven,
Flapping his wings and sending me away
Like ash floating on a breeze.
The dry crackle of directions,
I feel lost and I wish it was ten years ago today.
Fresh from reason,
Not laden down with anger and rage.
"But they are there, inside."
She writes the prescription and I blush
With embarrassment at the admittance.
Yes I hear voices, no they are not harmful.
But I am.
I sit at the desk, a ghost blowing words
Onto paper and hoping for magic.
5-6-11
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A raven is like a writing desk because Poe wrote on both
A raven is like a writing desk because Poe wrote on both