I'm hungry for the food that I eat,
I'm thirsty for the water that I drink,
I'm angry at the pain that you bring,
Why do you still hang around me?
You are happy at watching me face danger,
You are smiling while being in my dreams,
You are a ghost thats stalking me still,
What do you want from me girl?
This is not what it seems to be,
Some kind of bittersweet justice,
I never met you way before this,
Nor knew you and your name!
Every street and dark empty lane,
You are standing where I can see,
Called 911 but I know what they'll saying,
This guy is either stoned or crazy.
I lost the time of the day,
I lost my mind and sanity,
I lost my girlfriend and family,
Thinking of my safety and where you could be next,
It must be days or months,
Memories of me having a normal life,
Now my world turn upside down,
From a little girl who keeps appearing from afar.
Called my father but he's dead,
Called my lover but a stranger answered instead,
I hear voices over and over again in my head,
While everything around me is moving so slowly.
Alma was her name and we are the same,
Both psychic but she went insane and rogue,
They used her in dark scientific experiments and research,
till she cant take it no more and went on a killing spree.
Now I know the absolute truth of this mystery,
And that my life was a fake all this while,
She gave birth to a son and saved him,
From these same monsters from abusing me, her son!
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Ken
Reading your poem gave me a surreal feeling.
I checked the dictionary to be certain. Here is what one definition says:
"If you describe something as surreal, you mean that the elements in it are combined in a strange way that you would not normally expect, like in a dream."
That is exactly what it felt like to me.
I had to fuss over so many stills to coexist with the plot and its such a joy after reading it..like directing a horror movie ...lols
thank you...
I'm itching in playing it again ...