ClusterHeadSurvivor Posted February 27, 2013 Share Posted February 27, 2013 Tick Tock, the demons alarm clock is ringing time to get up to die Sound asleep, the alarm is ringing in my right eye The words uh ohh I say to my wife. She runs for the kitchen to hide the knife Fearful, this might be the one that takes my life. Not this time I am not ready for suicide Wait my attacks not over yet IÂ’ve just begin to ride I shake the head board in pure agony Screaming top of my lungs , neighbours think itÂ’s a felony As I pray and beg the tears start to pour I beg my God for it to come back to no more My son puts his hand on my head. My wife rubs my back IÂ’m glad we donÂ’t have a gun because this would be my last attack Their love and touch is a blessing in disguise. As if it wasnÂ’t for God and them the devil would have won his demise Yes , itÂ’s the devil. The beast as they say Fuck you CH, today is a new day I will get back up, no matter how many times you hit me Night after night, day after day I will not let this beast beat me For all you fellow Cluster Heads Stand tall, be proud and take your meds! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1EYEcries Posted February 27, 2013 Share Posted February 27, 2013 I see I'm not the only one, ;D When the lines hit ya in the chest, you know its from the heart. Nail biting scary, but the truth isnt always pretty. Nice work! perhaps a compilation needs to be organized. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ClusterHeadSurvivor Posted February 27, 2013 Author Share Posted February 27, 2013 great idea....crappity smack was not my choice of words.lol You and many other have written beautiful poems. Love to read Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1EYEcries Posted February 28, 2013 Share Posted February 28, 2013 crappity smack was not my choice of words.lol I don't believe you lol j/k Maybe I'll add a few more "stanzas"Â Blessed with life, and cursed by demons Revenge my pain? I could never get even Believe it, even if I tore my target to pieces Severed the head, removed the organs and eat em I'd still feel cheated A quarter past the nights noon, eye droops, head booms, dark room, blue fruit consumed, my mood... is anxious, refrain from pacing, maintain patience, these are the basics, until the beast is vacant practice shamanic healings of the ancients walls breathe, colors blend, shapes shift travel on the intergalactic spaceship Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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