I ain't got a hope today;
all died when the sound flooded in and filled my head with faulty wiring.
My eyes only half open
in this false waking. Choke down stupid little pills for a facsimile of comfort.
Takes forever to leave. Streets wailing with people like caskets constructed from nerve-endings.
30 August 2007
[poem]
Posted by Cecil B. Demented at 21:26
Labels: alienation, depression, poem, poetry
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