Diary of a skitzo-psycho 511

Описание: I have written poems in the description before so I do not see a reason to not include this one, even if it was done in a rush. The title of this poem is "Lobotomy Me", I wrote a block for every sequence of rhyme schemes for the ending word, obviously it was repeated twice because there is no difference between abba and baab (I also tried to degrade and mix the wording more as the story progressed).

Well I start to go walk forward around,
myself feet over the feeling ground.
My ears saw a starting sound,
one made which my quickly legs bound.

Reasoning of the startled running is why?
This is because of myself memory that fearful cry.
Own preventing brain might go and cover try,
but I launch past thought scrambled barricades.

In admission to the reasoning of the mixing reflections,
it not is my doing but the torture effect to combat the corrections.
Reciting of the previous time when there absentness delusions was,
I will recite what was cause the interfering buzz.

Once before when I were the fine age of ten and five,
I skittish upon my other mother’s rugged new rag,
She yelled upsettingly of that dirtied decoration (the old hag),
then went to a starting leave after attaching fingers firstly to bag.

She was arrive back at the near of night,
followed along was surgeon with collective collection,
voided was myself of fright,
not knowing what was entailed vivisection.

Told me he was good ideals inside own mind,
But incorrectness is woven in mouth pouch.
“Please ahead over there to wait on lying couch.”
My tightly appendages he began did bind.

Told me he said to lie and be stilly stick,
And inside the mix of tools he was produced a pick.
“This will tickle a ton of feelings for seconds measly few,
But corrections after will prove not hurting a lick!”

I believed the monstering hidden in manly person,
I wish I knew how not to be a stupid mind,
A good learnt thing that past today was lesson:
Never to trusting strange stranger who called you “son”.

He starting the prosses by now having the metal feeling on eyelash side
(A forgotten previous mention of a liquid was injected I say now).
I could create none of myself own movement when I tried,
I struck was then with pain that was feeling that I died.

But I moved still and walked while death felt inside,
A corpse where myself awoke is what consciousness ride.
Smiling precepted I realized from evilness eyes.
They cared none about lifeless mine they just lied.

There was heard politeness test of stance,
I not could feel the movement well so I straitly stood.
They clapped and laughed at like did I good.
An assumption that mine was right by chance.

I tried understand of defining stifling motion,
It was seem limbs felt freely but atmosphere does constraints.
Commandment of running impossible to almost notion,
But I capture command in mental picture of mixing paints.

The coming stepping mother went ask me to take a bathing myself,
I face spasm to her in disillusionment purposeful smile,
I inserting plate-ended portions to her facial defile,
Her screaming and towards grabbing tried but I running for while.

More sights that is not able realized to comprehend by feelings,
Needed for a finding safeness to discover understandings,
A shed found my own sights of see.
I tried and waited for to know when they lost my flee.

I insight enough to realization that follows personnel might find,
And fleeing hence to discover the firstly past scene behind.
I wonder now what to rid the plauge mind,
A quickened solution I found in highway with rapid drive.

An escaped future I wish an express love of mine and to alive,
But am impossible to escape the taken that never can revive.
A way knew to escape both, an awfully solution to act on arrive.
A gusto I fling to the vehicle body in mine own soul escaping dive.