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My eyes hurt.
They water.
My fingers cramp.
They blister.
My a** is numb.
I still sit here.
My mind is gone.
Yet here I am.
My muscles ache.
Yet here I type.
My mouth is dry.
And so I drink.
My lungs are tight.
And so i smoke.
My life is hell.
And so I live.
My tears are no more.
They leave my eyes bloodshot.
My blood is now cold.
It leaves my heart to freeze.
My brain is going slowly.
Yet aren't they all?
My life is ending.
And so I smile.
I cry.
I bleed.
I die.
 Silent_Melancholy_Enigma · Thu May 01, 2008 @ 12:32am · 0 Comments |
