I wrote this sometime before Feb 10th 2010, but this is when I typed it up. I do know I was/am living in Vancouver on the Drive.
There are people who do amazing things
And of those people some go insane.
I don’t do anything amazing
I only remember nightmares
I used to be frightened to go to sleep
But I found a way
But do I dare
Dare tell the truth
Another fucking night mare
I need a black horse
A bitching mare
To ride into the silent night
Where maybe I might escape
To become a lost willing victim of a meandering river
But the spirits know my fate
And they keep fallowing me
to make sure that my escape from terror does not end in a drowning.
They turn the placid tributary into a torrid river and then turn this raging river into a mirror for me to see the horrors of the terrors I hide…
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