My mind today finally fucking died. It's latest defeat was cataclysmic.
The golden hue of love is supposed to last for more than a few weeks.
I am here to express the notion that virtual relationships can be even more powerful than physical ones.
When they end suddenly it's as if there was a death in the family and a deep sense of loss fills the minds newly broken thoughts.
Virtual pain begets real pain. The dull knife punishes my flesh.
Where hast thou gone, spirit of preservation?
Quoting: ghostly screams WHY DONT YOU WRITE/START ANOTHER POEM?!
I'LL HELP IF YA WANT..CAPS!
CAPS! It's been a long time my friend. Another poem? Hellz Yea!!! I'll leave you some green with a coded message so that you know it's from me. When you see the green come back to this thread and make a reply.
I do want you to help..... here is the beginning of the poetic offering. It shall be entitled....
When the Mind of a Lunatic Dies.
Oh where art thou my fancily deranged mind?
Why hast thou forsaken me during my latest hardship?
As a part of my self I always counted on you to be there for me.
Alas, you sent me one last thought saying you weren't feeling well and then you apologized for dying.
Abandoned, I now spend my time thoughtless.
The lack of mental stimulation allows me to exist in a vegetable state.
Wheres my nurse maid? My crack needs wiped. It's besmirched with filth.
Perhaps her delusional mind died also and she too is in a vegetable like state.
Whoa are we, the peeps who have lost our insane minds.
R.I.P brains. We will miss you miserably and remember you fondly.
