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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Hallucinatorture (White Noise)
[time] => 2003-02-05 11:00:00
[hometext] => 93% true story. a passing phase in my life. it comes and goes and i can't figure out what triggers it. but, it's the closest thing to literal hell i can imagine.
[bodytext] => i think i've finally snapped
it happened with no warning one moment i was fine the next, i heard 137 mirrors shatter in my head (the fact that i know the precise number of mirrors proves the plague) now everything has changed i can see everything i see people for what they really are what they're really worth whether they were attractive or ugly before makes no difference now they are all hideous malformed piles of decaying grey flab multiple orifices spouting disgusting fumes i cannont tell one "person" from another when they try to converse with me i cannot understand their "words" for all i hear come from their mouth are screeching sheets of white noise it hurts my ears as well as my mind this is surly madness i've broken every mirror in my home for the last time i dared look at myself i saw not one face but hundreds....thousands taking shape, then eating themselves leaving a blank slab of flesh unmarred by any feature a cruel joke upon my endless string of masks i thought i died last night i was woken by a strange, soft noise i found that i couldn't move only gaze at the ceiling just as panic was setting in i recognized the noise the laughter of a score of NoGlorians small goblins that live at the center of the earth they had strapped me to the bed and were extracting my soul when i began to struggle the grey pixies blew glitter in my face and i lapsed into coma inside my mind i search for escape eternal release the peace i've never found in life i can't go on like this every sound i hear echoes as laughter in my mind laughter belched forth from the decaying piles of people that surround me like mobile tumors they laugh at me they laugh at my struggle and they laugh, not because i suffer and they don't but because they are not real mere 3D scars wrought by me destroying myself in the sickest way hallucinatorture now i know all and i laugh at the simplicity of exit lying before me all the while not right under my nose but right behind it the only way i'll ever escape is to eat my own brain devour myself like the Cancer that i am [comments] => 4 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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