Chattering Birds, Mindless Minions

its gone again, all the chattering mindless in its own right; genius in its self woe to replace...a mindless scream, echoing long nights as the moon melts acidic tear-drops spoiling the scene until the sun arises, and the chattering commences... tearing away the flesh, burning the soul with its melencholy melody a desire scratches me... longing to join them in their endless chattering, so i may disappear with nightfall binge and purge existance along with all her killer worries... slip away unconscious alongside day's breath never to hear the mindless screams which play my heartstrings -an untuned, unloved guitar- with the absent love of an unknown parent and i'm gone again, my mind lost once more in the turmoil of today, the yearning for yesterday's return... ...the birds their mindless chattering chills my spine, as i await the inevitable absence hopefull as a child at christmas, i scratch my skin's shallow surface for the hurt is too powerful now my brain swollen to its bursting point, sanity? no longer a question of "how?", a question of "when?" when had, when lost, when can be achieved again? "never", the screams echoing through the night reveal, an honest truth in a bitter world... spoken from my once hated enemy--nightfall screams will you love me, i wonder.. when nightfall comes to scream your truth... or will you only await the morning, the lies, the mindless chatter of the mindless birds? and its goneJust wondering if anyone had any comments on how to improve it.... Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 26 2001 11:00 AM PST, Nichole   10 • 0 • 9