A Stranger's mind

Shut out,
Left cold in the rain,
My hair drenched with my tears,
I'm pounding on the door,
My fists throbbing with the pain of each pound,

The voices in my head, scream in estacy,
Good riddance, you were never meant to last,
You're better off without him, they say
I tune the voices in my head out,
Trying to maintain the residue of my sanity,
My sanity timidly vaporizing into thin air,
into the mass of nothingness i have become.


By Monkiette


July 27
2007