Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Pickled

There’s a pulse in my veins

Throbbing throughout my weak limbs,

A pain I’ve felt before,

Many times before,

Poison fills me heart

And stills my eyes

I begin to feel nothing again,

The numbness hurts even worse

Than the pain,

A stillness overcomes my nature

And I am catatonic yet again. 

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