Tick. Pop. Tick. Pop.
Time s l o w s as eyes flutter, out of focus.
Breath comes quick, then gone like a retreating tide.
The pearl that is the human mind
has lost its luster to this stiumlant storm.
Lights flash, images warp, gradiated and foggy,
and with them, pictures of memories I'd rather forget.
I slip into this self-induced coma;
not to be happy, not to be satisfied,
simply to be nothing at all.
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 8:07 PM UTC
Tick. Pop. Tick. Pop.
Time s l o w s as eyes flutter, out of focus.
Breath comes quick, then gone like a retreating tide.
The pearl that is the human mind
has lost its luster to this stiumlant storm.
Lights flash, images warp, gradiated and foggy,
and with them, pictures of memories I'd rather forget.
I slip into this self-induced coma;
not to be happy, not to be satisfied,
simply to be nothing at all.
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