Friday, May 26, 2006

Train Tracks....

my mind plays tricks on me
a haunting that is forever with me
no cure no drugs to ease the pain
not rather an escape from reality

so not today. i beg not today
stop taunting me this way
stop scaring me i say

the dulling pain in the pit
of an entity within me
it scrapes me
pinches me
punches me
seething

so not today. i beg not today
stop taunting me this way
stop scaring me i say

i wish it would let me go
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