the last dance

april eighteenth twothousand and nine, damnit. another day wasted.

his screaming didnt come

anywhere close to immating the sound of her choking.

 

 

piercing, piercing silence,
shrieking through plastic bag.

 

theres no air.

 

 

dont laugh.

 

dont say a thing,

 

 

are you cold?

are you cold?

 

 

hahaha.

 

no youll actually never understand how scared i am
scared to live.
everyones so....
so....
messed up.

 

this seems to unreal.
i've figured out that we're not real.

this world.

is

is an

illusion.

 

 

 

can you hear what im saying
because im only something youve imagined?

 

im so scared.

im so scared

 

 

im so scared....


i dont wnat to be real anymore.
I dont want to exist,







maybe i never did?

 

 

this is
not
right
to
scary

i

 

 

have

to

 

 

run

away,

 

 

im so sorry.
this sound is swallowing me,
and im nto gooig to make it out alive...

 

 

the hearts beating faster, harder, and it hurts it hurts.

this

is|||goign to kill me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i cant get away.|

 

 

iwanttodie.

 

i want to be locked away.


i never wnat to seee anyone again,

 

i wish someone could tell me what wrong with my head.

 

 

 

 

 

nothnig is right...

 

someone help me, im dying,
im dying,....

i need someone to tell me whats wrong...

 

 

 

iw an tt od ie.

 

Author's Note

the truth is scary when youre baked,,,

Reviews

[Robert Francis Callaci]

Great form to this piece- It reminded me of a bad acid trip I had close to 40 years ago- I thought I was disappearing-the world around me was shrinking- I felt the fear and terror in this piece- Love the style love the writing love the message. It also reminded me of the bad witch of oz- I'm melting I'm melting.....


my warmest
bob

[Bud]

A day is never wasted as long as you're alive! Wow! This was most interesting. I can feel it...know the wants all too well. The truth can be scary anytime! Keep up the great work! : >)