Absent Minded
The Horror of Edson
a strange man
with a familiar sounding voice
stood behind my hotel room door
and again and again
for an hour and a half told me to kill myself
He knew me by name
This was after getting out of the hospital
for trying to kill myself
while being high on drugs
extremely high on drugs
abnormally high on drugs
While i was in the hospital recovering
my roomates got evicted for throwing a party
I ended up at the guest house Inn
My grandmother was the manager there
she let me stay there
But the next day after the night the man was on the other side
of my door
telling me to kill myself
and the front desk clerk begged him to go away and stop
I was no longer allowed to stay there
even though the day my grandmother had told me it was the slow season
At the party my roomates threw while i was recovering from my suicide attempt
round and round my suicide i dont remember writing went
I go to work homeless
and somehow
synchronicity
the people who had gotten me evicted
one of them anyway
called me up at work and asked if I needed a place to stay
her mother left the light on for me
The first time i ate her mothers cooking
I got salmonella poisoning
When i first moved to that school before i got into drugs
this girl chose me out of the crowd
picked me
me out of everyone
to be friends with
to show her good side so she could selfishly be with me
After getting food poisoning
which was after my suicide attempt
which was before the man on the other side of the door
telling me to kill myself
I lost my mind
I heard voices that said they were prophets
On women's liberation night at the flame restaraunt i walked out
on the fine dining restaraunt
and came home that night
bathed the cat i thought had crabs
ended up walking by the hot tub and struggling to not drown myself in it
repenting mankinds ways
then lighting a pile of pornography on the floor on fire
This woman that had taken the time to seek me out
in highschool
to be my friend
and get to know me better
to show interest in me
chose me to be her friend
i was selected
but now after four years in a mental institute
and years of therapy afterwards
soo many unanswered questions
and mysteries in my life that have gone unsolved
who was the man on the other side of the door?
How did she know to call when i had nowhere to go?
Why did i get salmonella the first time i ate her mother's cooking?
and lets not forget the conversations i had with her friends and mine
about my experiences i was having with ghosts
for even in front of her sister
when her sister had friends over i asked them
if they thought the house was haunted
because nostradamus was in my head writing poems
which are now on file at the forensic institute
some things i can pass on drug abuse
some things are reality
and i might not know
but god knows the truth
But then again somebody say something already
for this crimescene of drugs and having a heart for malnurished
abused neglected children
i dialed in has another side of the story
and its not always the best to be a nark or a rat
but those children didnt need to grow up in a home like mine
and watch their aunts do needles and their fathers pass out at the table
their mothers dragged by hair
like something i had previously survived
soo many coincidences
soo much confusion
the cops werent doing anything
the children still living in broken homes
and rumor had it i was to be murdered
and now im the one popping pills for sanity
fresh out of the mental institute
protesting stupid wars saying lets play paintball
and find something else to do
but somebody say something already
because i cant live for another year of treatement
and therapy and prescriptions
one wrong turned to two
now two has become three
three wrongs has turned into a lot more
and due to confusion logic
and under circumstances where anyone would be paranoid
where i had no training to be an undercover cop or anything
i ended up doing the wrong thing trying to do the right thing
and i cry for the world and the system
who i have hurt
selflessly and selfishly
in anger and empathy
and i dont think there is any return from the damage that has been done
for crying out loud someone say something already
with a familiar sounding voice
stood behind my hotel room door
and again and again
for an hour and a half told me to kill myself
He knew me by name
This was after getting out of the hospital
for trying to kill myself
while being high on drugs
extremely high on drugs
abnormally high on drugs
While i was in the hospital recovering
my roomates got evicted for throwing a party
I ended up at the guest house Inn
My grandmother was the manager there
she let me stay there
But the next day after the night the man was on the other side
of my door
telling me to kill myself
and the front desk clerk begged him to go away and stop
I was no longer allowed to stay there
even though the day my grandmother had told me it was the slow season
At the party my roomates threw while i was recovering from my suicide attempt
round and round my suicide i dont remember writing went
I go to work homeless
and somehow
synchronicity
the people who had gotten me evicted
one of them anyway
called me up at work and asked if I needed a place to stay
her mother left the light on for me
The first time i ate her mothers cooking
I got salmonella poisoning
When i first moved to that school before i got into drugs
this girl chose me out of the crowd
picked me
me out of everyone
to be friends with
to show her good side so she could selfishly be with me
After getting food poisoning
which was after my suicide attempt
which was before the man on the other side of the door
telling me to kill myself
I lost my mind
I heard voices that said they were prophets
On women's liberation night at the flame restaraunt i walked out
on the fine dining restaraunt
and came home that night
bathed the cat i thought had crabs
ended up walking by the hot tub and struggling to not drown myself in it
repenting mankinds ways
then lighting a pile of pornography on the floor on fire
This woman that had taken the time to seek me out
in highschool
to be my friend
and get to know me better
to show interest in me
chose me to be her friend
i was selected
but now after four years in a mental institute
and years of therapy afterwards
soo many unanswered questions
and mysteries in my life that have gone unsolved
who was the man on the other side of the door?
How did she know to call when i had nowhere to go?
Why did i get salmonella the first time i ate her mother's cooking?
and lets not forget the conversations i had with her friends and mine
about my experiences i was having with ghosts
for even in front of her sister
when her sister had friends over i asked them
if they thought the house was haunted
because nostradamus was in my head writing poems
which are now on file at the forensic institute
some things i can pass on drug abuse
some things are reality
and i might not know
but god knows the truth
But then again somebody say something already
for this crimescene of drugs and having a heart for malnurished
abused neglected children
i dialed in has another side of the story
and its not always the best to be a nark or a rat
but those children didnt need to grow up in a home like mine
and watch their aunts do needles and their fathers pass out at the table
their mothers dragged by hair
like something i had previously survived
soo many coincidences
soo much confusion
the cops werent doing anything
the children still living in broken homes
and rumor had it i was to be murdered
and now im the one popping pills for sanity
fresh out of the mental institute
protesting stupid wars saying lets play paintball
and find something else to do
but somebody say something already
because i cant live for another year of treatement
and therapy and prescriptions
one wrong turned to two
now two has become three
three wrongs has turned into a lot more
and due to confusion logic
and under circumstances where anyone would be paranoid
where i had no training to be an undercover cop or anything
i ended up doing the wrong thing trying to do the right thing
and i cry for the world and the system
who i have hurt
selflessly and selfishly
in anger and empathy
and i dont think there is any return from the damage that has been done
for crying out loud someone say something already
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The Horror of Edson
The Horror of Edson