Wednesday, 28 January 2009
By Stephen King
"In this misery I've found words I thought were lost."
Your voice lingers like the ghosts in my head,
Like the whispers I hear from under my bed;
We converse everyday and I forget you're unreal,
Insanity's come much too close for me to feel-
Out of touch from day to day with mundane tasks.
Carve on a new smile when I rise, paint on my mask;
Losing sense of time, sense of self, as days drag by-
Find another way to forget, another way to fly.