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the followers
Contributed by
Cancer
on
Monday, 8th March 2004 @ 02:05:03 AM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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they're called followers you know
they follow me
they're called followers
i see them everywhere
in a tree
or peering up at me through a sewer grate
my social security number
is etched into their spines
sometimes i think they watch me when i *****
that's what i think of when i moan, and
screech, and grind away
their eyes on me
the followers are trying to kill me, you see
i know too much
but, they don't realize that i can't remember
what it is i know
they can pose as anything
balloons frighten me now
disguised floating enemas
always just out of reach
my coffee's beginning to taste funny
an acrid taste that sounds like poison
but i'm no fool, i know their game
so i pour it outside
all my grass is dying
i saw another just the other day
he was a pigeon perched on a phone line
looking over his New York Post at me
marking my every move in one of those damned black books
but i saw through him
his newspaper was upside-down, you see
i went to the zoo with my nephew
the cripple
all the animals were staring at me
and there was a sound like big machinery
it's no use to tell the police
they're followers too
i'm all alone
and i'm afraid
my girlfriend's eyes
are looking unusually blank
she was my last hope
bets are made between ugly men
about how long it will take me to snap
they all wear glasses and dark derbys
my phone is tapped
cameras abound
i undress in the dark
and cry softly into my pillow
hoping, praying
that they can't hear the fear
that they have instilled in me
sometimes when i lie sleepless in bed,
as i often do,
i fancy i can hear the breathing of the walls
it matches mine and tries to blend
and when i hold my breath, so do they
but i'm no fool
i can't use toilets anymore
when i sit, they try to swallow me
and when i stand too close,
hands bend out the porcelain and reach for me
i'm reduced to relieving myself in bottles
as i drive down the freeway
and emptying my bowels behind abandoned buildings
that will change soon too, i suppose
my car is making strange sounds
i park it two blocks away from my home
so that it can't get me while i try to sleep
i no longer shower
for the water is merely a vehicle
for flesh-eating bacteria
that they have placed for me
i'm forced to bathe in a small stream
thirty miles from my home
all my food is poisoned
i'm losing weight rapidly
eating only my fingernails
and my hair as it all falls out
have i told you that i stopped
checking my mail
the bills are covered in anthrax
prostitutes chase me down alleys
shooting hollow point STDs at me
from unimaginable barrels
the milkman is an android
i hear him talking to the air conditioner
when they think i'm asleep
they're plotting on me
the anticipation in their voice tells me that
it won't be long now
so i've bought a small pistol
Nothing fancy
just enough to blow off my head
before they can get to me
it's loaded and sitting beside me as i write
you may think i'm crazy
you may think this is all a paranoid delusion
but it's all true
i must end this testimony soon
i can hear them outside now
dear god, it sounds like they're all here
i'm terrified
i must go now, before they strike
i truly hate you all
for you are all followers
but my death is MINE
i beat you to it, you sick *****
they're coming now
but i shall have the last laugh
goodbye and f..........
Copyright ©
Cancer
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2004-03-08 02:05:03]
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Re: the followers
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by Bohemian_with_a_pen on
Monday, 8th March 2004 @ 04:05:23 AM AEST
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| this iz 1 of da best writes i hav eva seen, simple but intricate, confusing, yet i can understand it perfectly... keep it up! |
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Re: the followers
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by Saitou-sama on
Thursday, 11th March 2004 @ 02:59:49 PM AEST
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| This poems gets you right at the beginning. It drags you in and you can't get out. I love the sick humor in it and the absolute paranoia through the whole thing. This was an awesome right. Great job! |
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Re: the followers
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by sicknivesevered on
Thursday, 11th March 2004 @ 09:46:36 PM AEST
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| I agree with Saitou-sama. Fantastic write. |
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Re: the followers
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by ladyfawn on
Thursday, 11th March 2004 @ 10:06:09 PM AEST
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| ~:*wow*:~ lol! most correctly put under this topic, write on my friend, hugs n' love nessa |
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Re: the followers
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by Rakerman1999 on
Thursday, 11th March 2004 @ 10:13:56 PM AEST
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Outstanding write....I dont think I've ever seen a better description of the torment of paranioa.
Very well done
Larry |
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Re: the followers
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by bobotheclown on
Wednesday, 17th March 2004 @ 11:46:16 PM AEST
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*bows before the master* this was friggin cool man I am in awe of you the paranoia in this was awesome. One of your best by far. I loved it.
Bobo (Joel) |
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