February 26, 2008

Manic

Manic depression. The sudden obsession. The reasons are lost in the course of progression. The causes fly by like a bullet train. Fraying the beauty in the lies of the pain. The denial consuming the flower that is blooming. The chattering rattling of fluttered frustration. Resonating with the echos of your words revelation. The wishful thinking that keeps me on. The regret that's left when I am gone. Just flick the switch and dull the lights. Dim the color and shade the sight. Blur the vision and hide the truth. The truth of youth. Shroud the crimes. Divert the eyes. Dodge the blades and inside die. Left alone with droning tones. My only company, the demanding crone. The wilted rose. The tampered perfection. Purple skies fade out with the prick of injection. The subtle and cold sting of infection.

Dear Diary

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