Aug 23, 2003 10:24:38 amby kingkyle Homepage »
The strange Voices in my head,
A foreshadowing of more dread,
Why do I wish I was dead?
Why do you taunt me,
What the hell did I do?
If you must torture me,
Can't you do something new?
The paranoia again,
My mind feels tormented,
Is it starting to decay?
Visions of cruelties to do run across my mind,
A voice saying "Go ahead, you hate their kind,
Who cares if they put you away,
At least you'll be alone most of the day,
And then with your mind, we can play."
"No!" I scream, and everyone looks to me,
I wonder if through my front they can see,
That my sanity and integrity is all a lie,
I look away from them and want to die.
by C. M. Ellett
Lovely pic student, really like its feels.. great job :D