Psychophobia
Unrelenting headache
Compounding pressure
World and mind are aligned
Everything
I've ever known and believed
Commence playback
Pulsating wildly through
descending
Upon a simpler time
"Have we met before?"
He reminds me of myself.
into
The archives - he was joyous, but naive
Oh so naive
Undirtied and hopeful - the virgin child
mAdness.
The me I was then, becomes the me I am now...
"Dear Mum and Dad
I must've rubbed oil in my eyes
Dreams of yesterday, aren't quite how I imagined
That world was torn at the seams
But it's okay
You taught me to wake up from nightmares
So I may as well see what they wrote for my bad end
For you see:
I've been trapped in a tiny little cranium for far too long
In a world littered with shadows
I'm just writing to tell you...
I can never go back to being me"
Copyright © Michael Whatley | Year Posted 2016
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