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             In this carnival of new to dead,
I notice the zombies follow a maze, from begining to end.
I lay here waiting in the center between life and death,
at the mercy of the ghouls and zombies, to tell me what
lies ahead next.
             Three nights and four days I am prisoner,
in this monster fest, they let me see all the best. The zombies
are at the beck and call of the ghouls. These ghouls only come out
at night to force their potions and spells. The zombies say it
looks like I will be allowed to live, but what kind of life I can
lead remains yet to be seen.
             In the carnival of misinformation,
I hear off in the distance... both death and birth at the same
time. If ever my mental state was a question it was now! To
listen to "code blue" down one isle of the maze, and hearing
a newborn goblin scream to life down the other isle, tends to
fry ones mind. Yet the zombies remain calm, as I silently scream
"let me out of here"
              Day number four....I am freed
so to speak, now I have to get through the maze they sent with me,
the maze of potions and spells, pages of them. I must learn there
ways or I will be sent back to the carnival of healing. I hate having
to depend on their magic to feel human, and even function.
              I hear my demons saying "let the healing begin"
I see the little smirk on their faces, they no that while
the magic heals the one part of me it is killing another.
I have been in mental and physical hell for six months.
I have know choice but to do there magic, in hopes of one day
feeling like my old immortal self.
I will listen to those demons when they say "let the healing begin"
because one day I will be free of them, and I will be able to breathe,
in spite of them.






~~~~*****They say you write about what you know, this is all I've known
for months now.....sickness, Doctors, nurses, pills, hospitals, you get
the idea, so please try to tolerate me through this attempt of therapy,
because this site is the only therapist I am willing to go to*****~~~~~~
This was my first hospital stay
              Have fun ^Vamp^



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On Monday May 15th, 2006, Ainsof (1814) writes:
hmmmm yes.... almost bunglesque, there is a carnival here, a looking glass world.... very unusual


On Wednesday December 28th, 2005, urbanhumility (1352) writes:
interesting and wicked smart......well done.................urban


On Wednesday August 13th, 2003, Diva_Satanica (110) writes:
whao you are a very twisted individual. I love it.-D.S


On Wednesday August 13th, 2003, Deliverence (799) writes:
Awesome this one is one of your better pieces, speaking of experince indeed...Creepy, and yet captivating..-Kefka


On Friday April 18th, 2003, An Expired Member (32) writes:
"they no that while the magic heals the one part of me it is killing another" sounds like anti-depressants and the pharmacy..."both death and birth at the same time. "um this is just cool!


On Friday April 18th, 2003, An Expired Member (32) writes:
Yes I have heard of misfits..and the irony when I wrote that is I was listening to London Dungeon..but anyway..this is damn cool..



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