Lost In A Nation Of Millions Poem by Zachary Hoyt

The memory of you pulses through my vains.
the burning sensations between my eyes
it begins to strain.
this explusion is hard to explan.
the memory of you flys within my brain.


The medication, they force me to take.
mutes out the voices, the voices i make.
without them i have nothing to fortake.
i am alone in this black hole of death.
i am alone is there no one left?

I am a upriseing to this damnnation.
who says my condition is a illness, i call it lies.
i say that this is not true beleive me so.
this is a blessing not a damn curse.
the memory of you is so beautiful.
but so dark an hazy.
its hard to begin to think.
could be real for some crazy dream.

As my voices pass an go.
i start to hear nothing more.
the memory of you begins to slip.
you are fadeing into nothing.
i run after an so trip.
i have lost you forever.
i am now in hell, i think this is so.