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Twilight Memories
briefly shifting breathing lightly
she ran down the corridor
a maze in her minds eye
imagination fueled by popping sounds
from inside her head
she found the door
an exit an entrance maybe
to a day bright with sunshine
she yanked it open
to a white nothingness
she screamed with all her strength
feeling her throat blush with blood
as she ruptured her voice box
or did she...she couldn't hear
for the screaming in her head
she shuddered as she curled
into a warm spot on the bed
reaching into herself scratching
into the dirt of her existence
for a reason to live
there was nothing inside her to share
a void in a place where her soul
once resided empty like a drum
she lived as an empty shell
lost in limbo in the dead lights
the bed was warm and not wet anymore
she won't talk... no one believed her
she watched the watchers walking around
with robes made of twilight feathers
and golden eyes shining under hoods
she closed her eyes and followed her vision
into the tunnel towards the exit door
she heard murmurs that made her smile
Schizophrenia...how pretty! that's my name
rhyme with Polyanna and Petunia
she began to run through the empty tunnel.
she ran down the corridor
a maze in her minds eye
imagination fueled by popping sounds
from inside her head
she found the door
an exit an entrance maybe
to a day bright with sunshine
she yanked it open
to a white nothingness
she screamed with all her strength
feeling her throat blush with blood
as she ruptured her voice box
or did she...she couldn't hear
for the screaming in her head
she shuddered as she curled
into a warm spot on the bed
reaching into herself scratching
into the dirt of her existence
for a reason to live
there was nothing inside her to share
a void in a place where her soul
once resided empty like a drum
she lived as an empty shell
lost in limbo in the dead lights
the bed was warm and not wet anymore
she won't talk... no one believed her
she watched the watchers walking around
with robes made of twilight feathers
and golden eyes shining under hoods
she closed her eyes and followed her vision
into the tunnel towards the exit door
she heard murmurs that made her smile
Schizophrenia...how pretty! that's my name
rhyme with Polyanna and Petunia
she began to run through the empty tunnel.
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