You try to imagine them worse than you can imagine.
That is my life:
My cage, covered up with black.
I'm chained to cold sharp bars
Cutting me if I come too close to normality.
The blood dries.
Bubbles in my throat as I gasp
For the air is not pure.
You don't come to help.
You come to watch amused
And stab pins through the bars.
Just leave me alone!
I'm a mad man.
Let me be.
I'll rub myself against those knife blade bars all I want.
I'll let the blood pour dark and black and thick.
I'll breathe in those heavy hallucogenic incense fumes
Crushing me down into the feiry floor.
And I'll hate you every moment
Because this is you nightmare
While this is my real life, not sleeping drunkeness.
This is the truth to me.
This is all I'll ever know.
(c) 2002
L. Brown