I sit And stare into the darkness The sleep curtains my eyes Blanketing my brain slowly My eyes have been stunned into thinking they should be shut Tiresome nods Yawning glares My head needs to be propped up with my sluggish hands Dull thudding within my temples is hurting, pounding harder, faster Fast-paced within my skull The thudding begins to spread itself out It stretches throughout my head It covers every part My body begins to droop I stumble I trip I fall but don't catch myself I smash into the pavement And shatter into shards White bloodiness covers my soul Draining me so painfully So slowly Tormenting me with lavish anguish It tortures so wonderfully I like the feel of death I like the way I die I've never been so peacefully enraged within my mind I feel myself being nailed into this plush coffin My new home for deathly life I can't sleep though The maggots are pestering me They are eating my pale flesh Aren't I supposed to rest in peace? I guess the devil lied to me E.B 2-27-97
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