Bucket

All of these people alive in my head
Where will they go when I die
Will they come with me or find a new home
What would they need to get by

What does a figment require to survive
No physical counterpart
No one to listen to what they all say
Cast out of soul, mind and heart

Someone once told me but I soon forgot
Channels in which they traverse
Coming and going as visitors do
Forums in which they rehearse

Clouds of regret in which all figments lie
Begging and screaming our names
Wishing us all to regress under stress
Driving all of us insane

Parking the car, I converse with my friends
Sit in the path of a train
Wait for the crushing last blow of defeat
Hole up in my ex-girlfriend's brain