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Chronic Pain
~~Chronic Pink~~ (A Parents Peril *Nightmare)
Evil sits and whispers sweet lullabies
Chimes within my head
I feel damnation scratching at my conscious
Of what was and is!
I fell asleep……………….
I feel water running down my legs.
Rain taping at my windowpane.
I fear this; I’m reliving my childhood days.
~~these dark April showers have a chronic look.
Motioning me to escalate before daybreak, to face a colorless what!
The trickle of musty wind mesh under my skin.
The panics initiates,
But all I conquer and collect is a gash of movement that very moment.
I woke at last……………….
Feelings and wants existed inside my head.
Visions of slitting my wrist from end to end.
My subconscious is no longer my friend.
At night, praying is what got me through the dark-mares.
I held my own hand that very night.
Telling myself it would be all right.
Next thing I remember……………….
I was walking down the narrow hall.
The Chimes, the Chimes!
Grew with entanglements of crime.
In my parent’s room, is where the lullabies were coming from?
Shhh!!! Hush now, I’m humming to the evil sweet chant….
The whispers of dust suddenly stopped.
The envelope opener, I punch in and out each neck.
One by one, they look up and only see me.
A demonic child’s laughter erupts.
Chronic Pink deep in my eyes…
Pacing myself off the bed.
I did not realize at that moment of what I’ve done.
The cries of nothing led me back into my room.
There and only there, the water still sat under my sheets.
The emptiness in my head was a sign that finally I can go back to sleep.
Falling asleep too the quietness that spilled around me.
Waking up to, the parents peril sight every night.
My subconscious held no sympathy.
But, my chronic pink eyes relive this everyday memory.
I cannot stand this….
Once again, I’m beginning to hear the sound of the scratching violins in my dream.
Where dreams of ANGELS no longer exist.
by;pd
9/10/2012
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