A Thousand Psychos & Talk Talk (Talk)

Even in my dreams... I die
Even in my fantasies... I fail
Why does this keep happening?
Why do these things keep happening?
Locked in loops, chained to cycles
Hopelessly hanging on, stuck on a pattern
Every night I put myself in jail
My head explodes with a million ideas
And the screams of a thousand psychos

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I just want to talk and maybe expunge some of the horrors from what's left of my soul
Won't you let me speak, must we live in silence
At odds with the virtues you so proudly extol

"SHUT UP LITTLE DOGGY
I thought I drowned you
GET BACK IN YOUR BOX
where I found you"

Cassandra presses a finger to my lips
In kindness she whispers
'I've seen this before
Write me a letter I'll understand
Into your mind we shall explore
I promise you friends galore'
One day

I just wanted a break from the screaming
It seems to have stopped
A kind of freedom Cas? Away
from the relentless ticking of a very angry clock

Author's Note

The clock is mental illness

Reviews

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Very impressive expression of nightmares. Your words are describing unpleasant experiences. Reader can really feel you going something through really serious. I like on the end this calling for peace and soothing presence of someone. It's very gentle so it's actually give poem little more light. Very nice structured poem.