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by WaylandCybersmith


Before I died, ah, before I died

I was another man, you see,

But he is gone, his shadow lives on

Inside my memory.

I remember the girl whose life I marred

With lies of her pregnancy.

I remember the boy I stabbed

In the arm for all to see.

Anger, bitterness, self-loathing

This was the lot I had.

But I felt that all was justified,

It wasn't me that was bad.

Oh, I could blame my demon

Say it had power over me

But, all it did was talk

The choice was mine, you see.

There were bullies in the playground

And a bully in my head

Bullies on the telephone

I wished that I were dead.

I had no playmates, no friends

No-one but my brother.

But I saw him as a rival

For love from father and mother.

By the age of twenty-one

You would have thought me mad.

Psychosis, schizophrenia

And paranoia were all I had.

And so it was in '78

On the 5th of November

I died, and I was born again

Truly, a night to remember.


© WaylandCybersmith 2011


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