Ballad of Downtown Eastide.....



Have you ever wondered about insanity.....

Mindless depression...mental oppression.....

I can tell you that it's not very fun....speaking from experience...that I know are true....

Like being trapped under a glass coffee table....people looking down....on you.....talking to you through muffled glass....ignoring the you....that they can't see....LOOK AT ME....DON'T YOU SEE ME?

I look up and try to speak....they don't....won't hear my cries...

The mental anguish burns my insides....while the bright lights .....blind my fucking eyes...

I JUST WANT TO GET OUT......I pound the glass with both my fists....

Glass shards spraying in my face....silently slice both my wrists....

The glass is gone...no more the little girl who's on the otherside....but a woman, lying dead upon the cold, hard floor...

Friends....they mourn just for awhile....then go on their way.....they would rather forget.....

KHAOS

 

 

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