I Should Be On Medication

Moldy photos stare blankly at me
Through the lies and into my sould they see
None of my metaphors fool them
Not now, not then
As they judge me in silence
I convulce in fits of violence
Tearing the eyes from their bodies
My attempt at peace turns shoddy
Now the pile of eyes stare from the floor
Blocking my only way to the door
There is no solace for me anymore
The pictures are only mocking me
Fooling me with empty sockets that won't see
The collection of eyes start to cry
As the bodies on the wall die
I'm trapped in a room reeking of my own demise
Oh god, the eyes! the eyes!
The mouths around the room begin to scream
Collectivly completing my favorie dream.

Poem by Beduessey

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