Memoirs of a psychopath 2
By diavolessa
“O lost one, o lost in immensity! Short is the kiss of the
gods, unexplained is the time and the compassion of the soul that mourns
for you.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
...I would glimpse at the doormen, distorted by my polluted tears who with
giant leaps, wearing black trousers and nodding head would give me “courage.”
I couldn’t get enough of courage… but for I do not recognize courage,
it would hit me where it hurts the most. The yellowish of the walls reminded
me: I am cursed, cursed, cursed, cursed… I stared at myself like I was
outside, like I was dead, but death did not need me either. I stared at
myself as I would suck in air like it would be the last time. I looked
into my eyes dilated from what is a BREAK.
The road walked in front of me and the doors opened in great pain, imprecise
fear from the bold and sudden moves of the knot. My scrams, screams, the
jerk of the famous “love” words, reminded me of ugliest face I ever
saw myself in, in the memoir of a psychopath...
The closet shakes from the heavy weight of the numerous antidepressants;
pills with distorted figures in them, pills of the color of amputated ivory
of an elephant.
And them it came… rereading millions of papers, theme songs of a radio
infected with the sick nightmares of made up love stories. Thin fingers
of mine broke while I surrendered myself to the dream, left in half, a
crippled, raped and killed soul. Infinitely you in infinite dialogues of
high temperance, infinite cups of coffee or prolonged hours of lost sleep.
The farther you are the more I feel you. I would need another life to love
you again, to love you right this time, to leave this feeling of incompleteness
behind me. And I would still loose! Everyday a piece of your beautiful
heaven fell in my heart and gave it an absurd rigidity. Remember hiding
the phone under the pillow, erasing your name from every piece of paper,
burning promises. Your disappearance!
Don’t know how it dawned, how it became daylight, how it rained, how
sun, moon, mornings… don’t know how we talked again, how I pushed,
kissed, spited. I missed you breath, the reaching out of warm days, the
desire to be close to you.
Cheating on nights that I never slept, paradoxes of speeches that I read
over till it all died in words, words, words…
I went on flames; I burned, burned in the greatest love of all, the love
of absence. I left… homework of those who are called desirable became
unwanted.
Now that I lost everything, now that I kicked away broken hearts, the world
stares at me as to an orphan. You know how much I would like to smile to
them as a response; I would like to appreciate their mercy. They look at
my like Hail Mary looked while her son was crucifixed and then wrapped
in the clothes of love.
For those who I stand; for those how I lost, for the feelings I will never
get back. And today… today I find you again in a song dedicated to absence.
My breakdown; my own Trojan episode. All my life I would have stayed in
your arms and I would have died on you touch; a drunk of romances.
And I lifted my head over the table of pills…in the clinic! And the nurse
sat in front of me:
“Did you know? I am not worthy for this world!”
Comments on "Memoirs of a psychopath 2"
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On Thursday, March 27, 2003, Jonas
(715) wrote:
as wonderfully scattered and real as the first and picture of hidden things
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On Monday, March 17, 2003, maddin foxxxy
(358) wrote:
well i can relate..well done..liked the part that said "the farther u are the more i feel you"...guess that can be true!
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On Friday, October 8, 2004, Lydia Jade
(1332) wrote:
i concure!