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Insomnia.

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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.
Three others like this.
2007-04-07
The commendations this piece recieved in IF1 were: 0 minus votes, 3 plus votes, and 0 astars.
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