Journal Entry of a Manic Depressive

Saturday April 13, 1877 Remove the dagger from my eye; Apply a tourniquet to my wounds; Surcease this oozing blood from the- Depths of my soul; Deliver me from this pain; Allow me to live again; No more motivation ~ Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock... No more inspiration ~ No one to blame... But me; Shall I help dig the hole? Will you hand over the shovel? Deeper...deeper ~ No path out... Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock... No solution ~ It is now time for the conclusion; The clock will surely strike- The Hour soon; Shall I call it a day? Shall I leave work early? Shall we salute with bread and wine? Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock... The apples are rotting ~ I will not eat a peach ~ No resolution to this- Bleak life; No room for interpretation; The blueprint allows not- For flexibility; Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock... The murky river runs too deep; Wipe the sediment from my brow; Everything so particular... I drive through a blizzard- Only to slide...pendulous... On the threshold of a slope... Trapped ~ I will never sleep...again.