This one was inspired after I saw 'Fight Club'. You know...the whole two personality things?
One mind,
Carefree and Happy,
living with smiles and laughter
Getting larger and stretching farther.
The simple things in life came free for me,
and I could see the trees dance
and the rain droplets, prance in the breeze.
My mind was at ease, with colours and puzzles,
No muddle puddles, or muzzles holding jaws together
I would guzzle down freedom, looking at the clouds
and thinking I was them for a short time.
Bloody sublime for a short time
Until my mind became dry and started to unwind into
a pile of thin thread,
and as I lay on the bed the mattress felt like bricks
held by wire lead.
No longer did I see the trees, feel breezes
I just lay there holding my knees and rocking to and fro
So, I would sleep
and keep dreaming of things, dull things, broken springs
and inkless pens,
and I would send shivers down my own back
just so I could feel something and then relax
Tense the muscles, loosen them, in the vain hope that
I could cause them to melt away, give way to a feeling
I had oh so long ago.
Then somewhere along the line
something was created, and for a short time I felt elevated
I got my old feelings back, and felt like a child
Docile and calm, my mind now back on track.
But something wasn’t right, something was fighting back,
and i was feeling like there was a crack
in the middle of my head, the bed flipped from cotton to clay
the pain gave way and resurfaced to play too often in the day
Two minds,
One happy, one sad,
living with cries of pain
and laughter at the game of life I still had
Getting smaller and stretching thinner across the skull.
The simple things in life I could not see
and although I thought I could see the trees dance
and the rain droplets, prance in the breeze.
My mind was at an easel, being pounded with colours and puzzles,
With brown muddle puddles, and muzzles holding jaws together
Ropes holding hands together, behind the back,
the mind had wandered of the beaten track again, and again
Then somewhere along the line
it stopped, and for a short time I felt cropped out of lifes painting
I got my old memories back, and felt like a entity
Docile and calm, my mind now back on track but away from reality
and everything was right, and everything was wrong,
and i was feeling like that crack I had in my head,
was where i belonged
In the middle of my head, the bed flipped from cotton to clay
the pain gave way and resurfaced to play too often in the day
But after a moment it all went away,
And everything went grey.
Grey.
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