Mental…

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Tell me you can you hear it…
That you can hear the noise…

Just beneath life’s surface…
Just loud enough to annoy…

It’s been there for hours…
It’s been there for days…

Now I come to think of it…
It has been there always…

For as long as I remember…
An eerie underlying sound…

Like a dim distant drummer…
Marching round and round…

And now it’s getting louder…
It beats in time with my heart…

I hear it though the daytime…
It haunts me in the dark…

And leaves me quietly longing…
For the vodkas anaesthetic…

That numbs and distracts…
Stopping me feeling pathetic…

As it flows through my body…
And envelopes my broken soul…

Damaged by the demons…
Who’ve assumed full control…

Bringing a sense of foreboding…
Like the predicted end is nigh…

By an army of destroyers…
Descending from upon high…

Please… tell me you can hear them…
And that I’m not fucking insane…

I cannot be the only one…
Do you hear it through the rain…

And hear it in the darkness…
Within recurring nightmare dreams…

Where “THEY” control the images…
Designed to make us scream…

Please tell me how to ease it…
And how to end all the sadness…

Because it’s stabbing at my head…
Injecting my mind with madness…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973
Inspired by song “Mental” by The EELS

“They say I’m mental, but I’ve been abused”…

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He walked up the steps…
And stumbled inside…

Into the room at the top…
Where the memory resides…

Of his pure innocence…
Cruelly ripped away…

On a dark summer night…
After a long hot day…

It’d started so brightly…
Filled with endless love…

No hint of the evil…
Descending from above…

In that room as he slept…
And was quietly woken…

Subjected to such horrors…
That left him just broken…

Unable to speak…
And unable to smile…

It scarred him forever…
His soul in exile…

Never spoken about since…
Kept in secret & silence…

In fear that speaking out…
May lead to violence…

So it was locked away…
In a box labelled shame…

Forgetting the horror…
Never speaking its name…

Moving on with his life…
Smoothing out its creases…

Trying to live with it…
And pick up the pieces…

But now he is back…
After all those years…

Stood in that room…
Holding back the tears…

With a knife in his hand…
It’s time to submit…

Switch off his pain…
And finally end it…

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“And I know you’re out there somewhere”…

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He found her ribbon…
Tied to the tree…

And felt the pain…
Felt so damn guilty…

Recognising the sign…
He knew she was lost…

And he’d paid the price…
The ultimate cost…

As he’d hear her words…
But never listened…

Missing the warnings…
As the sunlight glistened…

Those empty threats…
And hollow words…

Became background noise…
Just like the birds…

Who woke him daily…
From his deep sleep…

He dismissed her voice…
As talk is cheap…

Always threatening…
But never doing…

It became a bore…
She was always rueing…

How bad her life was…
How she couldn’t cope…

The world was against her…
She was running out of hope…

She was drained of her energy…
Always down and depressed…

And he stopped listening…
Her claims were dismissed…

But she dug so deep…
And found some courage…

Left behind her pain…
Floated from the wreckage…

And she tied a ribbon…
Tight to the tree…

For him to find…
For him to finally see…

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