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