Need...Medicated.

By Syn

Shhh...listen carefully. I bet you will be able to hear it.

It's the sound of laughter.
The sound of pleasure...
Wait...no. That isn't pleasure; or is it?

Shhh...you are too loud, I am trying to hear.

It's a cackle, it seems.
A roar, screech of something.
Noise...It sounds like...Wait, no it coulnd't be.

Oh my God...That is me I hear.
But it sounds quite different.
That is the old me.
The me that used to be.

Nooo, I am wrong. That is me now.
I am off in the distance still, but getting close.
I can see me...a little ways away but coming.
I'm not laughing.

*I'm squinting to see the figure of a girl.*

I look broken, like a jack in the box, flailing about.
The spring broke loose.
That IS laughter I hear.
It's the laughter of the insane.

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Copyright 2004 Syn
Published on Monday, June 14, 2004.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • K_Love On Monday, June 14, 2004, K_Love (525)By person wrote:

    I agree with scared... this was very explosive and I was on the edge of my seat trying to find out what happened next... awesome write!! ~Kirsten~

  • murder_in_clubland On Monday, June 14, 2004, murder_in_clubland (388)By person wrote:

    wow.this gave me chills great write~ss

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