The "almost" complete works of Derek Neilson

I have a blind spot , A place where I can 't see , And it 's growing larger every day . I try to ignore it , P ret end that it 's not there , But I can feel it staring at me , M ocking my attempts to hide . It 's like a black hole , S ucking the light from my life , And I know that someday it will consume me completely .

They come in the night , sl ithering through the shadows of my mind . I can feel their slim y tentacles probing , search ing for a way in . They are the things that lur k in the dark corners of my psyche , the monsters that hide in my subconscious . They are the things that I try to forget , but they always find a way back .

I am the bring er of madness I am the un rave ller of sanity I am the destroyer of reason I am psychosis I come in the night I come in the day I come in the morning I come in the evening I am the whispers in your ear I am the voice in your head I am the darkness that surrounds you I am psychosis I am the fear that grips you I am the anxiety that eats at you I am the depression that engulf s you I am psychosis I am the memories that haunt you I am the nightmares that torture you I am the terror that paraly zes you I am psychosis I am chaos I am destruction I am death   I am psychosis  

The Wat cher stands alone in the night vigil antly keeping watch over all He is the protector of the innocent and the bring er of justice For He knows that evil lur ks in the hearts of men And He will not rest until it is destroyed He is the light in the darkness and the hope in despair He is The Wat cher

The pain is like a fire It burns and consumes Everything in its path There is no escape from the inferno It rages on unrelenting and unstoppable The o nl y thi ng th at can quen ch t he fl ame s  i s deat h  

I am surrounded by people and yet I feel so alone. They talk and laugh and move around me, but I might as well be invisible. I try to join in, to say something funny or clever, but the words get stuck in my throat. It's like there's a barrier between me and the rest of the world, a wall that I can't climb over or break through. I feel like a ghost, haunting my own life, unable to participate in it.

The world is a cruel place, And I am but a small part of it. I see the suffering all around me, And I can do nothing to stop it. I am just a boy, barely out of childhood, And yet I have seen more pain and misery Than anyone should have to in a lifetime. How can this be fair? How can this be right? There is no order or meaning in this world, Only chaos and destruction.  All around me people are dying, And I am powerless to save them. What kind of God would allow such things to happen? Where is He when we need Him most? Is He even real at all? The war goes on and on, with no end in sight. All we can do is keep fighting, Hoping that one day peace will come again. But it seems like an impossible dream

The death of attention spans  Is the end of all things  The final curtain Falls on the last act  Of a long, slow play  That has been unfolding  Since the beginning of time.  It is the end of the world  As we know it  And the beginning  Of a new age  Of darkness and despair.  The death of attention spans the death of hope, The death of dreams, And the death of humanity.  It is the end of all things.

The pressure to speak Is like a weight on my chest A crushing force that won't let me rest I long for the peace of silence But the pressure is always there Pushing and prodding me to share I try to hold it in But the dam always breaks And the words come tumbling out It's a never-ending cycle This battle between silence and speech And I don't know which one to seek  

The self-fulfilling prophecy is a vicious cycle  That keeps us stuck in a rut  And leads to a life of monotony.  We get comfortable in our mediocrity  And the days start to blend together  Until we can't even remember  What it feels like to be alive.  But it doesn't have to be this way  We can break free from this prison  If we're willing to take a risk  And step out of our comfort zone.  It won't be easy  But it's worth it  To finally be free  And live a life that's full of meaning and purpose.