A Day Without Thorazine Is Like A Day Without Sunshine
By CloudRaven
A Day Without Thorazine Is Like A Day Without Sunshine Music plays in the background. Gossip drowned out, as I cover my ears. Drums beat inside my head. As my heart pounds from my chest. They look at me. Stare at me! TALK ABOUT ME! Whispering gossip, evil, ugly words are said. Drums grow...My head hurts. STOP looking at me!! I hate you! I hate you ALL!!! STOP IT!!!! Drums beat incessantly. They won't stop. They continue to repeat those horrible, vile words. I can't take it, STOP!!! They continue, the words cut through me. I must make them stop. I have to stop them ALL. So I do what I have to. I shoot them all dead with my gun. The ugliness had to stop. As silence is now heard. And peace falls quickly within myself. Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 07:58 AM PST 0 • 9
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"A Day Without Thorazine Is Like A Day Without Sunshine..."