Carve

I think we would get along
much better, if you would
just shut the fuck up
from time to time
Maybe take a chill pill
and cut me some slack,
or realize,
although,
I still hear you,
I stopped listening
years ago


But no..

You are wound too tight
Everything must be analyzed,
picked to the bone,
and beaten into the ground
until it all makes sense,
or at least,
stops squirming

I used to be able to block
your incessant rantings
In a candy coated cloud
of medicated smoke,
your constant chatter would
slow to a dull rumble
Or sing agreeable tunes
to the sweet tones of nirvana
I could still hear you,
but you sounded like
Charlie Brown's mother
"Wha wha wha"

I loved you then

But those days are gone
and reality has never been so unreal
How proud they are of me now,
listening to your every word
Ranting on and on
in a perpetual psycho session
What a champion I have become,
to listen to your shit everyday
Your voice echos now
from every secret corner
and escape has become
impossible

But I have plans for you,
my freaky friend
To murder you from my mind
and live in silent solitude,
in a catatonic drooling eternity
With a rusty old spoon,
I think,
I'll lobotomize my frontal lobe,
cutting out your tongue,
and just watch your
muted lips move
for evermore

by grunty
posted on 11/07/2009