Insomnia.
Sat, 7 Apr 2007 at 09:00pm
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There's a ringing in my ears.
And itching in my brain.
I twitch and I scratch
at the ever growing pain.
There's an empty feeling
in my gut I must feed.
My eyes are dried.
My eyes; they bleed.
The joints in my leg
involuntarily move.
I close my eyes,
not a moment too soon.
The shadows on the walls
tell a story never heard.
You have to listen closley.
They never say a word.
As long as I'm breathing
this feeling will last.
As long as I keep going;
I keep going, but not too fast.
My back is sore with
the weight of the world
Resting on my shoulders,
All hail. On your knees. It's the end of the world.
Like a bad movie with a shitty ending;
I'll never reach my peak.
Like a bad dream, like a good dream;
lay me down to sleep.
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2007-04-07
The commendations this piece recieved in IF1 were:
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3 plus votes, and
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themilkman
2007-04-07
I know how that feels . . .
golden_orchids
2007-04-08
I really like this peice its very well expressed, as was your first :P
+1 says I
