Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Awake and dying

With every wakeful moment
Rose a dread
So utterly powerful
It stifled
The last remains
Of a faintly-breathing desire
for existence

Only available as a pill
To hungrily grab
Small doses of
Suspension from
The ache
Persistent, arrogant
Because it could afford to be
After all,
I belonged to it
In its clutches
I lay with
Half-dripping eyes

Heck! Dying every moment


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