The Id of Thanatos: Poems of a Neurotic Fiend

By David G. Harrison

Sex,death,hell,love,beauty,dreams,suicide,life and macabre fantasies fill this book along with a few sketches by the author. Written by someone who started to suffer with crippling depression, hallucinations, self harm and no control over thoughts and especially feelings. Then became homeless due to these escalating problems and finished this book in a psychiatric wing of his local hospital. This book was Davids way of coping with his own thoughts and although the contents experiences were never joyful and at worst, painful there is always a sense of hope that things will get better. Inspired by music, written by the insane and read by much crazier people.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Sep 17, 2010
• ISBN: 9781453576465

Book preview

Contents

Introduction

The Black Rose

My Ghost

What would colour is a dream?

The Test

Blame

Our Wave

The Nymph

Grimsby

The Insomniac

Escape

Shepards Delight—Jessica Bradley&D.G. Harrison

Skeletown

As the hole widens I make my escape

Boy

The Hunger

Sometimes?

Isn’t it about time you listened?

Have you ever longed for the rain?

Me, Myself & I

Phoenix

Gremlin

You’re the syringe

Beat for me haiku

Is it for us? haiku

The beaten path

One day

Crucifix

The one

Lesser heard

Suicide

Everything

Who?

The Rage

The Figure & The man

The face in the sun

Search me

Truth

The tomb

This heart

Empty

The guardian

The Hurt

Her

Scars

How do you do it?

Laudanum

The world isn’t against you, you know?

Nearly there

Cities

The Fare thee well

Rebirth

The Distraction

Sleep

To music I’d be fucked without you.

To Sylvia Newton for saving sly bits of money for us and being the best bloody granny ever!

To Mum and Dad, Nan and Tony and my bro’s Jack & Richard for letting me use the phone, for a ridiculous amount of ciggies and for just plain putting up with me.

To Scabs for helping me clean up more times than I care to remember.

To Tacey just to say Dude, I’ll buy you a cake if you buy my book.

To Frank for getting me pissed. And being a quality buddy.

To Lucas for the crazy bloody adventures.

To the hotel in Micheldever, sorry for throwing up on the hotel room carpet.

. . . . And finally

To Jack Newton, my grandpa . . . . I hope you’d be proud.

Introduction

First of all thank you for being one of the very few people who bought this book and I hope it keeps your trash receptacle very cosy until the bin dudes come.

I wrote this whole mess while on a little adventure, well . . . to put it in a better way my ex self wrote this little mess while having an adventure. It started out a couple of years ago. I became quite ill in the upstairs department, hallucinations, self harm and regular suicide attempts were the day to day activities and eventually I became homeless due to these problems. I then headed 120 miles south from my home town and met a very nice and extremely weird girl. I stayed at her house for the weekend and began writing the first few poems, I then got kicked out of there too due to my over emotional nature, so I wondered around down there a few days and took to a rather lovely hotel where I got pretty wasted and wrote a little more poetry (getting some pretty freaky looks from the kindly businessmen that stayed in that lovely hotel in Micheldever). I managed to get a train that took me almost back home and when I finally returned I went to a pub pretty close to where my parents house was located and were a very good friend of mine worked (who was just as odd as me, I mean . . . he chased Noel Fielding down a London street just