This is the tale of my insomnia. Seriously, this is what nights have been like for me. Is there anyone out there with this same state of mind, like there's something in your head that will never stop churning out thoughts at a frantic pace? Please commen
Fervent voices that coax me from the dreams that clash with colour and sound.
The screamswhisperstaunts,
Frantic in the house of silence, painful contrast
The movement in my wounds
A world away from my tortured memory with no off button.
The light turns on, and my nightmind fades.
Grab a pen, draw the swirls and the erratic music in a frenzy of blue biro and lined paper.
The murals of
Arrowsfootprintsquestions.
And faces
And eyes
That WATCH.
But the eyes close in my nightmind.
And then the monsters of my hallucinarypsychosisnightmare
Claw into the iris of my minds view.
And in the dark I cannot see them when I open my eyes but they are still there and in my brain.
On with the light, again, to feed the machine in my nightmind.
So he hides in the corner of my head.
And it chews up my surroundings,
As my pen digs grooves into callused figures and writes the wordspicturescrashes
With no meaning
Order
Sense.
An attempt to channel the waterfall of thoughts that exist in this insanity.
But still there is no way to subdue the nightmind.
And my thoughts turn on themselves to produce this increasinginsomniacinsanity.
It slashes the fabric of normality and makes me quake
As I wonder which unreality is in there waiting to be unleashed.
It already thrashes on its tether and rips apart
With it's VOICE.
The chorus of dawn sends my nightmind away.
So he may scheme and wait until I crawl back to his feet for more of this tortureaddictioninjection.
He stirs my mind until these thoughtsmemoriesregrets blur into a single thought.
GET ME OUT OF HERE.
But there is no easy way out because every time I shut out the light he is waiting in the darkprisonmindlessness.
The only escape is to
STOP THINKING AND DIE.
Poetry by Tal¿a
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Written on 2007-01-05 at 07:59
Tags Nightmare Insomnia Torture
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Nightmind (Part I)
There's noise in my nightmind.Fervent voices that coax me from the dreams that clash with colour and sound.
The screamswhisperstaunts,
Frantic in the house of silence, painful contrast
The movement in my wounds
A world away from my tortured memory with no off button.
The light turns on, and my nightmind fades.
Grab a pen, draw the swirls and the erratic music in a frenzy of blue biro and lined paper.
The murals of
Arrowsfootprintsquestions.
And faces
And eyes
That WATCH.
But the eyes close in my nightmind.
And then the monsters of my hallucinarypsychosisnightmare
Claw into the iris of my minds view.
And in the dark I cannot see them when I open my eyes but they are still there and in my brain.
On with the light, again, to feed the machine in my nightmind.
So he hides in the corner of my head.
And it chews up my surroundings,
As my pen digs grooves into callused figures and writes the wordspicturescrashes
With no meaning
Order
Sense.
An attempt to channel the waterfall of thoughts that exist in this insanity.
But still there is no way to subdue the nightmind.
And my thoughts turn on themselves to produce this increasinginsomniacinsanity.
It slashes the fabric of normality and makes me quake
As I wonder which unreality is in there waiting to be unleashed.
It already thrashes on its tether and rips apart
With it's VOICE.
The chorus of dawn sends my nightmind away.
So he may scheme and wait until I crawl back to his feet for more of this tortureaddictioninjection.
He stirs my mind until these thoughtsmemoriesregrets blur into a single thought.
GET ME OUT OF HERE.
But there is no easy way out because every time I shut out the light he is waiting in the darkprisonmindlessness.
The only escape is to
STOP THINKING AND DIE.
Poetry by Tal¿a
Read 1038 times
Written on 2007-01-05 at 07:59
Tags Nightmare Insomnia Torture
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