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Noose
Nightmares consume
Like salt in the wounds
I’m hiding inside again
As you all continue to assume
I’m safe here in this padded room
Unless I stray again

I foresee the battles wants
Often choosing me
Because inside my head
I know things aren’t right

I buy my own cure
Hidden deep within my veins
I try to catch my breath-SQUEEZE-breath
I lock the door
And cry inside
Hurting like the time past
And wondering what options are left

I’ve shown my fears
Swiftly sketching on my walls
Felling again- I’m at fault
Can I do this fight again
Or is this my final end
I try to breath-SQUEEZE-breath

my Friends say
it is a gift to be simple
nietzsche said
suicide has got many a man through a rough knight
and that there was only ever one christian
and she died on the cross


My brain sits within my padded skull
sloshing to every blow of a baseball bat
and I been there done that
when I was about eight years old
yes
the closet
the coat hook
the belt
the squeeze so tight

back to the womb at the heart of the mountain
I am safe at last

I can't remember the day
that the demon ceased to pursue me
just one day I woke up from a nightmare
and the fear had passed over me in the night.

Nietzsche wrong about so many things
maybe many a man has made it through the night with thoughts of suicide
but how many wombman?

beats me
but thank you for the
serious spooky poem



thank you
jacktiles

Sounds like a song! ... powerful.

Welcome to the Studio.

Anybody with an 8 in their name will enjoy it here.

Looking forward to reading more.