I stare at this computer waiting for the perfect,
Inspirational words to flow across the screen,
But my mind becomes clouded with the darkness
That has consumed my decrepit excuse for a human being.
Venture on the wild side and dare to take a walk in my dreams
And you too can stumble around the claustrophobic closet,
Sorting through the familiar ghosts of past and present.
Leaving is easy; just leave your soul for a small deposit.
Did you bump into a small child while you were visiting?
‘Cause I’ve been searching for her my entire adult life.
She is the key to my salvation and sanity that I have lost;
I must find her and teach her the proper way to use the knife.
C.R. Ebowski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-more-to-say-3/
