Locked up in a bubble
Of pain
For days
Fading for minutes
Then rushing back as if
The plague has hit the brain
One day a cure
Next day loss of hope
Lack of want for medication
Pills lack the healing effects
That nature instills in me
Smoke rings
Round and round
My head
Spider bite I fear
No feeling
Loss of movement
In my leg
Pain in my brain
Pounds more and more
As does the subwoofer
Turned on high, full bass
The crawling creature
With numerous legs
Is gone
Dead, smashed out of
Existence
Just as I am
In my lonely grave
Of pain
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 10:34 PM UTC
Locked up in a bubble
Of pain
For days
Fading for minutes
Then rushing back as if
The plague has hit the brain
One day a cure
Next day loss of hope
Lack of want for medication
Pills lack the healing effects
That nature instills in me
Smoke rings
Round and round
My head
Spider bite I fear
No feeling
Loss of movement
In my leg
Pain in my brain
Pounds more and more
As does the subwoofer
Turned on high, full bass
The crawling creature
With numerous legs
Is gone
Dead, smashed out of
Existence
Just as I am
In my lonely grave
Of pain
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