Good Riddance

The glass is old, distorting my view, out of date and pinching the images like a baggy seam.
The water, in ripples, causing disruption around my bare body, struggling to stay surfaced.
Your words echo through the empty corridors, traveling farther than I'm able to travel;
Always finding their way to me.

I have goose bumps. Needles in my pours, filling me with nonsense.
There's a ringing in my ears, I can not place it's source, like a bug, wriggling through the channels of my brain.
It's useless. The information that's been given. 'Best friend' 'True love' 'Loving memories'.
A hoax that ends with a standing ovation; It's only until after the show you come to terms with reality.

I saw a parade. Balloons and face paint, creating a place called Childhood.
It waved me in, luring me with promises of a tale untold, 
"Leave behind the caravan, be free and be bold!"
I heard you. Your words sent vibrations through my skull.

No, no, be seated, no need to start a ruckus, I'm merely changing time zones.
My eyes are so dry that their lids are curled back.
I will not shed a tear when I leave this desolate wasteland;
The Valley of the Voodoo Dolls?  Stabbing their fellow friend, right where it hurts.
Those of you in waiting, come visit the Dutchland, where we all eat flesh and rot from the core.
Take my place, I willingly step down from this town of pedestals.

Farewell, those who long for something more and fear the unknown.
I'll grasp the hand of insanity and trust the hand of God, as I do what we all dread--
Disappear into a frenzy of new things, in a world where no one knows you by name,
Yet remembers your face, like a map, in a labyrinth of possibilities.