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Poem Details
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| Title: | There is a dead man in my head |
| Author: | JustJess |
| Date Submitted: | 10/6/2011 |
| Email: | jessicadup@live.co.za |
| Poem: |
There is a dead man in my head, yeah he weighs heavier than lead There is a dead man in my head, yeah his wicked percussions can never be read The dead man in my head shoots bullets in thoughts around and around my mind gets overwhelmed by the BANG BANG sounds he grows stronger everyday amidst my secret stilled shame That dead man in my head is not so dead after all he lives eagerly for the day i eventually cradle a splattered fall Feeding off my sanity, the man is somewhat an artist he paints a comic strip on my inner skull conflicting dreamed chances The dead man inside my head, he has eyes blaring spectacles of infrared tearing through voids and forever making messy noises The dead man won''t set me free, for in my humpty dumpty head he will always be INFECTIOUS and MOLDY. The dead man crimps my nerve endings, controls streaming thoughts, setting them upon highway crash bendings The DEAD man, he is strong, I thought I flushed him out once, he proved me very wrong by cutting at fragile veins by capturing my funny body in hard metal chains DeadHead I have become The man in my head never leaves me alone, he sits and waits, till nothing else invades his home. When that dead man gets his chance he will eventually take over my mind, infest it to the brink until I finally sink. There is a dead man in my head, yeah let me tell you, he weighs more than lead.... |