Parfington
06-05-2015, 12:19 PM
To Bed!
I excite myself
with the promise
that with renewed vigor
I shall attack the day
when I rise to engorge
myself upon
what I cannot
this eve.
The deep and
profound need
to ingest
to imbibe
the new excitement
the newest marvel
the words that spill
from pen to pad
that reach the
toneless ears
of those
that lack the
remorseless hunger
of the novel.
The passion of interest itself
unbound
unheeded
untamed
must wait for
me to rise
again.
Such limitless drive
strains my drooping eyes... To bed. To bed.
To my psychiatrist.
You have taken from me my empathy
and have replaced it with bitter indifference.
Stolen away my emotions and left cold disdain.
In an attempt to stifle the passion of my wrath
you have left me with nothing familiar.
I have lost love for my betrothed
I have lost love for my family
I renounce impulse
in favor of inhumanity
forgive me if I do not understand
the benefit of these events.
Obviously your superior thought processes
allow you to withstand
the trial that follows from turning
man into stone.
murder my personality,
leave me alive.
You succeed in the
crime that which you seem to tenderly
avoid at all costs.
If I am dead,
have I not been killed?
I only write as the eclipse of emotion
is incomplete
I still exist today.
Will I tomorrow?
I excite myself
with the promise
that with renewed vigor
I shall attack the day
when I rise to engorge
myself upon
what I cannot
this eve.
The deep and
profound need
to ingest
to imbibe
the new excitement
the newest marvel
the words that spill
from pen to pad
that reach the
toneless ears
of those
that lack the
remorseless hunger
of the novel.
The passion of interest itself
unbound
unheeded
untamed
must wait for
me to rise
again.
Such limitless drive
strains my drooping eyes... To bed. To bed.
To my psychiatrist.
You have taken from me my empathy
and have replaced it with bitter indifference.
Stolen away my emotions and left cold disdain.
In an attempt to stifle the passion of my wrath
you have left me with nothing familiar.
I have lost love for my betrothed
I have lost love for my family
I renounce impulse
in favor of inhumanity
forgive me if I do not understand
the benefit of these events.
Obviously your superior thought processes
allow you to withstand
the trial that follows from turning
man into stone.
murder my personality,
leave me alive.
You succeed in the
crime that which you seem to tenderly
avoid at all costs.
If I am dead,
have I not been killed?
I only write as the eclipse of emotion
is incomplete
I still exist today.
Will I tomorrow?