My body aches. My mind is blank.
I have no feeling. No laughter.
I can't rest if asleep and grow weary while awake
I can not be satisfied.
I thirst and thirst, Quench and Quench
but my evil body hates my spirit.
I dream awake, where my night-mares take place
and scream when I feel disaster.
My stomach implodes and my heart remolds
every time a thought wonders past her.
My aching brain can not take this pain.
I wish I could escape to green pastures.
My friends don't even recognize me.
My eyes are weary and alone,
My mouth quiet and monotone.
A helpless
dead
shell.
Written January 29, 2010 at 12:54am
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