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contracted domestic roles now confuse
confusing fear into angry blinded sadness
sadly falling down to me I abuse
abusive mental lies punish me to madness
maddening loneliness sweeps away my life

a labyrinth of feelings isolate myself
selfishness builds me up only to hide
hiding changes, denying words spoken dearly, hard truths felt.
feeling now I have already died
reflections of what was me fading fast

reasons to worry about my next breath allude
allusive conscious plagues my days
daily manufactured amnesia pushes me to exclude
excluding those I love existing in a haze
closer I slip into melancholy

pictures prove only to fuel the flame of hate
hatred toward extended arms
arming myself to endless concerning prate
prating illogically back to intoxicating chemical charms
disremembering my life I close my eyes…

I am not an entry level worker!
I am not a child in a class room!
I am not a dishonest person who must be watch over.

I see in the distance.
I see a road of possibilities.
I think it’s time for a road trip

Time to pack up an go!

Shadows dance on the worn painted plaster
Cracking from destruction
Filling these hallowed walls.

Raindrops tap a rhythmic song.
Softly singing upon my window
with the screams of my day
haunting my head.

The winds are howling out my name
The doors creaking and cracking the deed done.
Water running down the walls chase me
Into a corner it surrounds me

I came here to hide!
I came here to escape!
I know what I did!
Why is the world screaming my name!
Why are all of you screaming my name!
Will these sounds not stop!

Make them stop!
MAKE THEM STOP!
MAKE THEM STOP!

Faces of shattered stone litter
Rivers of blood flows as a river
Cockroaches invade the rotting flesh
The air chokes us to our last breath
Our eyes look on to the horror
No more tears to shed for the slaughter
We have be come weak and beaten
Ignorant we wonder the reason
There are none for this take claim
Our anger bears no one to blame
We have no more will for strife
Here we surrender and end our life

Rocking in my fear, I shield myself from that reality. I hear the nails behind the plaster turning toward me.  They rust in time waiting to pounce.  The earth is rumbling beneath my feet. I can feel the breath of our friend death upon my neck. The air will no longer pass my screams.  The envelope of these walls closes on me. I close my eyes…

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A naked clown stands there
Hiding in the corner
I fear I know I should beware
A hideous grin is a snake charmer

Watch its shadow crawl on the walls
I am locked from movement in fright
Morbid whispers mock me with its calls
Umbrage dancing on a moonless night

I want to scream at the ghastly jester
I want to run from this fear
I want to ignore this mental molester
I find myself wishing day to appear

Close my eyes I feel the cold
Ears bleed from the painful screams
Waiting for my end to unfold
Awake from nothing more the one of my…

Dysphoric Dreams.

These scars burn as I wash.
The known of these deeds whip me.
I am adorned with guilty panache.
With every memory I am robbed of glee.

Visions of red painting the ice.
Blood dripping into the liquid abyss.
Staring at me abandoned eyes,
Trick me into reminisce.

I told you to stop shouting!
I begged you to stop crying!
I warned you of what I was feeling!

You failed all my warnings.
You then went flying.
You now lie there dying!

If a widow was to take the ashes of her husband and have them turned into a glass dildo, could it be considered necrophilia when she used it?

http://www.thefreedictionary.com/necrophilia

I think it would be really cool to have my skeleton 3d printed from a full body CT scan. Anyone else think that sounds good