Random...memories

Lying on my bed with frozen smile on my face
suicide is old fashioned for me now my dear shrink filled my blood with sedatives
my red cells are hiiiiiggggh and tyler durden is walking in my head
"you are not unique , you are not your job"
anarchy is my salvation .... and slipknot is my redemption
still don't know who i should blame my journal will institutionalize me
and im losing it all ,little by little : hope, faith, love
even hate consumes too much of my energy
2 years later .....im a dead end
in a room with curtains made of black velvet
and a 3 inch thick black fog is upon my head
i wonder .....i wonder if you survive a week in this room
im still breathing .... cursing , hating
" digging up the corpses ....tell me another story"
i'm attached to a ventilator .... pumping fake hopes into me
and that cruel bastard who doesn't allow them to turn it off
is that me ..... is there a shadow of me in everyone i see?
all i have left is a question : how much longer?

By Archer - Art by Nami86