Every morning without you,
Is another morning,
I am arisen within a fire.
Completely dismembered.
Absolutely discombobulated.
And ended in fear and worry.
Yet whether you are here or not,
I jolt awake,
Writhing.
Another meaningless day in hell.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 7:06 AM UTC
Every morning without you,
Is another morning,
I am arisen within a fire.
Completely dismembered.
Absolutely discombobulated.
And ended in fear and worry.
Yet whether you are here or not,
I jolt awake,
Writhing.
Another meaningless day in hell.
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