Ace Of Black Hearts
Rats In The Attic - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Rats in attic.
A head case without a basket.
It isn't so fantastic.
Stretching out the elastic.
A melting mind.
And slowly it just slips away.
Who am I.
Why can't remember a thing.
Oh the pain.
Past the point of clinically insane.
Why do I need to change.
Some things are so hard to explain.
A jigsaw puzzle with so many missing pieces.
There is no way to fabricate once its gone.
The darkest dawn.
Back to being a fawn.
Reversing age in years.
Forgetting even all you fears.
What's a tear? What are these voices I hear.
Why can't I understand.
Tell me now is that such crazy demand.
And it always end the same no matter the name.
We finally forget how to breath.
Then its end of you and me.
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