Kieron, Where Are You?

 
Where am I?
Where have I gone?
Where will I go?

A name is but a calling to where I find myself
Tuneful to the bone where the itch scratches like melody
Fingers rapping to a cacophonic anxiety
Adopting goliaths of worrisome tones
Echoing within my ivory throne.

Many names but no faces, just shadows now
Horrors waxed by nightmarish crayons
And those childish memories stack on the shelf,
Held up by my brittle shoulders


The library of my memories


A brother hounded by a black dog
A sister so alive and free
A mother beautiful it's blessed
A father wanting desperate happiness
A family so far from home I knew,
A life I once dreamt.

Please forgive me and my melancholy,
Sombre tears and cackled cries, tears perspired
Of my name diluted
Don't forget though to curse my nature,
Because always remember I was there.

I hate myself and can't wait to die
Pills, tears and suicide, and all those rhymes
That make everything dressed in bedroom whites

Callous are my fingertips that I scratch with every point,
The sludge of my problems collected
By this scarring of a called face,
Edges of a windbreaker crying the spilt tears.

I'm dying like dream coming true
Left by the ether of something that never was
Where am I now, now where am I?

Where is the middle because I don't know where
Because I find myself and then I run away,
Then I find myself and I run away


Where am I?
Where have I gone?
Where will I go?