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Post by starlessnight on Feb 1, 2010 21:54:43 GMT -5
It agonizes, long and sharp Tossing and turning wishing to get lost in a reverie.
Dreams are no longer there No comfort in a fantasy Raw and unrelenting.
Soft warmth, fuzzy and loud trying with desperation to calm the storm Irritated and exasperated. With one leap the hum is gone.
I am left alone now, alone in the dark without the release of sweet sweet lullabies.
Hammers pound in my ears A saw runs ragged within my means of soft whispers.
A sigh escapes and I realize what it means to be in a world A world where no one will take care of you unless you have the cash.
Now I need to choose Anxiety, depression and suicide or my sweet reveries, my beloved lullaby My dreams.
No way to end the stabbing pain that takes away my appetite with pleasure. The green is running low and the grey is moving in.
Will I soon loose the lid to my warm, safe, hideaway?
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