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Author: Aria Otaka
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry/Angst - Published: 11-10-06 - Updated: 11-10-06 - Complete - id:2274619

A bad moon rising
I lay upon plushy clouds – Heavenly!
But the gates that hold me
are not those pearly

My brain – stewed by this living nightmare
My eyes feel like they’re constantly bleeding
Wide awake and self-aware
of the life I live is only dreaming

So talk to me and lift this burden
Let not my sorrows be unspoken
Only with your ears
shall this terror be broken

Be Sedation and make Pain numb
Save me from myself
Doc – let me lay and dream the Big Sleep
Don’t worry about My Health

I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt alive
nor the last time I’ve felt happy
I know I shouldn’t wonder how it is to die
but deep inside I’m dead already

Inspiration – made me kill myself
Did motivation do this to anyone else?
I learned to think with not my brain
but my heart that drives me insane

Hysterical
I’d scream out loud
Incomprehensible truth
I dare do shout

I betrayed the voice inside my mind
for one that whispers a beat within
A higher spirit is hard to find
To surrender led me to this loony bin.



© Copyright 2006 Aria Otaka (FictionPress ID:534738).


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