A Fever.
The kind that consumes you completely
and totally. The kind that taunts you by
playing with physics.
You're so hot, yet as you throw off the covers...you shiver
You've been sweating for hours...yet your mouth is barren of moisture
You lie as still as possible. All movement equals pain.
Don't roll over
Don't scratch that itch
Don't even think about it
Curl into a ball and
Embrace the stillness
You're delerious as you flit
between wakefulness and sleep
never quite sure where you are
at any given time
Your dreams are drawn in the style of Dali
Colors everywhere, bright and vivid.
The beauty makes you want to cry
To scream at the heavens,
Yell until your voice gives out.
Why? Why are we forced to live
in such a bleak and dreary world
when such beauty lies
just beyond our eyelids.
The heavens answer.
You wake up in agony. Your head is
Spinning
Thumping
Pounding so hard that your eyesight vibrates
For a brief moment, everything makes sense
Everything in the universe comes together
into a brilliant cosmic speck of enlightenment
It's wonderful and terrible.
It's beautiful and disgusting
Your mind is reeling
The comprehension is too much
You love the pain
The pain is freedom
As it envelopes you,
the realization hits you
that you won't remember
You scramble to write it down
As much as you can before the
dullness replaces the fire
It won't matter
You'll read the words that you've
written on the paper much like
an archaeologist reads ancient
heiroglyphics.
Knowing, but not understanding.
Pain wins, you lose. Unconsciousness
Then you wake up,
still dizzy from the fever.
You
Look around your room
and wonder why you
Feel
Empty
Jun 25, 2012
Jun 25, 2012 at 11:19 PM UTC
A Fever.
The kind that consumes you completely
and totally. The kind that taunts you by
playing with physics.
You're so hot, yet as you throw off the covers...you shiver
You've been sweating for hours...yet your mouth is barren of moisture
You lie as still as possible. All movement equals pain.
Don't roll over
Don't scratch that itch
Don't even think about it
Curl into a ball and
Embrace the stillness
You're delerious as you flit
between wakefulness and sleep
never quite sure where you are
at any given time
Your dreams are drawn in the style of Dali
Colors everywhere, bright and vivid.
The beauty makes you want to cry
To scream at the heavens,
Yell until your voice gives out.
Why? Why are we forced to live
in such a bleak and dreary world
when such beauty lies
just beyond our eyelids.
The heavens answer.
You wake up in agony. Your head is
Spinning
Thumping
Pounding so hard that your eyesight vibrates
For a brief moment, everything makes sense
Everything in the universe comes together
into a brilliant cosmic speck of enlightenment
It's wonderful and terrible.
It's beautiful and disgusting
Your mind is reeling
The comprehension is too much
You love the pain
The pain is freedom
As it envelopes you,
the realization hits you
that you won't remember
You scramble to write it down
As much as you can before the
dullness replaces the fire
It won't matter
You'll read the words that you've
written on the paper much like
an archaeologist reads ancient
heiroglyphics.
Knowing, but not understanding.
Pain wins, you lose. Unconsciousness
Then you wake up,
still dizzy from the fever.
You
Look around your room
and wonder why you
Feel
Empty
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