Wednesday, July 18, 2012

you

bleed it out -
the dregs of your mind,
the thoughts you can't leave
behind;
the incessant siren scream of
mania.
panic
the clutching impulse -
anything, nothing, give me
something to drown myself in
the thoughts that spin
and clutch your mouth

duck, the next hit's coming
and you have no time
to move - quick -
strike them first
before they can get to you

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