dementia

By lostinsilence

I feel...
Empty...
Like my soul
Had been drained from me...
Tired...
No sleep...
No rest for the wicked...
Envy for the dead...
Wishing...
That things would change...
That you would stay...
With me...

Dementia...
Setting in...
Feeding on my within...
Destiny...
Now forsaken me...
Absolve my apathy...
Skeletons...
Smiling at me with sin...
This is the end...
Give up...
That's what the voices say...
I don't want to do this today...

Deteriorate...
My mind has accepted this fate...
It's a misery I apply...
It's a misery becoming me...
Suffocate...
The rope grows ever tighter...
As my nirvana goes ever higher...
Dedicate...
My life to release...
Took out my peace...
And nailed it to a cross...

Silence...
I am no long breathing...
Eyes no longer seeing...
Your beautiful face...
Space...
Time betrays...
I waited so long...
Only to be replaced...
Chase...
May I give up...
Or cut off my own face...
This misery...
I've accepted my own fate...

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Copyright 2010 lostinsilence
Published on Tuesday, February 16, 2010.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • RubyXero On Wednesday, February 17, 2010, RubyXero (484)By person wrote:

    interesting. though i find that the wicked do sleep quite soundly...though that's my own opinion...i did enjoy reading about yours.

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