6.12.2007
dull sharp pain
Who's to blame when you stop breathing? When the world ceases to twirl... when time just stops. You head will spin with the dizziness of it all. You'll gasp for air but none will be found. Your eyes will slip closed for the last time. Crawl inside my head. Time is still ticking, the scenes are playing like a dull broken record. It's a nightmare in here... you can't even conceive the agony. I'd stare at a blank wall all day if I had something to stop me. It aches throughout my body. I'm hungry for a reprieve.
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