Sunday, September 6, 2009

The Pounding In My Head

Days blended together,
Like a veggie smoothie no one wants to drink.
--That's what I suffering through.
Like a morning fog that never seems to leave.
...Pull me back.

Focus slipping by,
Like a contact lense washed down the drain.
--Thats what I'm clinging to,
Like a psychiatrist telling a patient that he's sane.
...Pull me back.

Nightmares from Nether,
Like a picnic table & a vampire's desire.
--That's why my visions askew,
Like a new moon waiting for the sun to retire.
...Pull me back.

One wordless cry,
Like an echo off the mountain peaks.
--That's my mind's inner view,
Like a love we deny, yet still try to seek.
...Pull me back.

And please, pull me back soon.

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