Sunday, April 4, 2010

One day, Madness

One day, I will go mad
I'll wear my favorite books

And eat the pages I don't like

The words will have lost meaning
But my stomach will speak
The lines that created me

One day, I will lose my mind
People will whisper around me
And I will pretend I cannot hear
Voices will speak to me

Unaccompanied by mouth or conscience
And I will be the greatest listener

One day, I will forget all I know

When the world leaves me
All will cease to matter
I'll call myself bread and forget to sleep

Survival will become instinct
And I'll become a feral creature once again

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