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By distant moon Date: 2007 Aug 13 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.13.21.33.24174]] |
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I can feel the itch that I can't scratch... Tingle down my neck, crawl up my back. Drown my mind and leave my senses searching for air, totally defenseless. I drop down on one lone knee, screaming out for answers and sanity, it's a painful game that I'm bound to lose, cause I leave no room for myself to choose. But I'm, killing time till I kill myself, able bodied man with with no soul wealth. Generally speaking, it's a damn old shame, sooner slit my wrists than scream your name... Though I'm pacing round this room tonight, leaving cold footprints and burning lights, my mind is reeling, can't sleep at all, cause lust speaks louder than a lover's call... And I can feel that itch that I can't scratch, it'll chill my spine till it breaks my back... |