2006 October:

2005 August:

And the light, so beautiful in itself but disgusting to my recent toughts
Reflect from the screen, hitting me where it must
Sending it's blinding brightness through the conducts of my sight
Flashing my optical nerves with sadistic delight
And the information, as for a code enscribed
Sends to the brain this electric vibe
Analyzed, categorised, and used as a key
To open the gate of pain and selfishly wound me
Deep down, in the unreachable chest that is my skull
Throbbing, pulsing, painfully vibrating
Disturbing the other senses usually so acute
Transforming this gentle poet into a dizzy brute
Raising my emotions to a dangerous level
Adding attitude to words that are sweet
My perception now so innacurate
Like daggers that I throw freely
My face now boiling, I break what I can
I eject the room, swooning painfully
And I force myself to think, though it is very uneasy
And I realize that I am not myself at this moment
That all could go away with by taking a simple pill
Not that I have any mental illness so far;
I became angry because of a ceiling light
And a persisting headache