I pace the room looking for an answer
My mind is running backwards
Like a clocks spring that has broken
Suddenly I find life is no token
I try counting my steps heel to heel
But stop at a thousand for a cry -
I'm twisting my hands and pulling my hair
Still all alone, so no one will care -
I try reading my favorite book
The words cry out to me in anguish
And as my tears fall on the pages
They will forever stain them through the ages
I'm shouting to the walls in anger
For being silent in my hour of grief -
My knuckles bleed with banging for attention
The Demons arrive, too numerous to mention
The utensils are spread, named every one -
No going back now, till the job has been done
These Demons are here with this message they send
As I start the butchering, this could be the END...
B...
Written 9th March 2005
Copywriter 2006 UK
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