From The Ceiling Fan
As dead, as you can imagine,
My frail soul has become
From 'incoherent thoughts'
And my submissive self, I know.
End it up! End it all now!
"But you can't live in this cruel world,
No... not any longer"
Stop! Stop! Let me go... you owe me this life that I've so hardly achieved
"Hang yourself from the ceiling fan!
You'll be saved from this soul-scratching destruction!
It will end all the tears, it will end all the rains"
After dying my everything would go in vain!
"Your soul will be freed, can't you see?"
I'll die, you monster, that dwells within!
Stop! Stop! Someone stop my thoughts!
"You die, and there will be no more pain!"
Pain, pain, all this pain of course!
From the ceiling fan, you'd kill me with me pain,
This pain, which I had crafted myself,
So careful designed, that I don't get hurt,
So wrecked from life, that I would hang myself,
From the ceiling fan! It makes no sense!
"You're patent; it's just your survival extincts"
Says 'incoherent thoughts'; here ends all my hopes...
2018-09-27 14:32:39
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