Honey promise
There is a lie in my head telling me it's true.
But I shrug it off. Phase it out with music and a pencil.
Sometimes at night it comes creeping and whispers its honey promise in my ears.
Soon, it says.
So very soon.
There are voices in my head telling me they're real.
I lock them away and pretend Im the one running the show.
Late at night they come and I write them down.
Messing my head up. Putting it on spin.
Sooner or later, they say, I´'ll run out of paper.
Soon.
So very soon.
The lies become true.
But I shrug it off. Phase it out with music and a pencil.
Sometimes at night it comes creeping and whispers its honey promise in my ears.
Soon, it says.
So very soon.
There are voices in my head telling me they're real.
I lock them away and pretend Im the one running the show.
Late at night they come and I write them down.
Messing my head up. Putting it on spin.
Sooner or later, they say, I´'ll run out of paper.
Soon.
So very soon.
The lies become true.
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Postat av: Richard Jenders
Många gånger har jag undrat om alla som sitter inlåsta för olika psykiska problem verkligen är sjuka eller om det dom ser rent faktistk händer och vi andra inte är öppna nog för att se det?
Denna korta storyn visar det på ett bra sätt, det ändå jag känner är väl at den tyvärr är lite för kort och det hade varit roligt att få en längre version på den.
Fortsätt att skriv, jag hoppas aldrig att du får slut på papper ;)
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