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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Fever
[time] => 2008-12-14 17:14:04
[hometext] => Sometimes it just takes the fever of the year to teach us what we really need to know.
[bodytext] => Lying on the floor broken, with sweat dripping from my brow I'm an apparition of myself and tired of waiting and wallflowers now Rocketing from here to there in a haze of absentmindedness as if on an addict's high Collapsing to the ground, I'm finally broken down, as those words become a sweet lullaby Stepping back into myself, I must sort out love's hangover and fight to sweat it out The war is raging on as the ghost of me is banging at my head, and dying to fill me with doubt As quick as I was here, now I'm gone, and he's out walking in my shoes He's playing me for a fool, now just like that, he's lost everything I had left to lose Picking up the guitar, I pluck at the strings lightly, but can't seem to find the right note Letting him reach my conscious now, I watch him steal away every precious song I wrote What will I do now that my way out is broken and powerlessness has passed me by The fever of the year has left me trapped in the madness of a lyrical lie Wake up, wake up I scream to myself like a nightmare could actually be this bad She disappears from the picture I cling to on my mantle as he continues to steal the life I had My sad eyes fill up the room with drops of reason and regret so I'm drowning in my vanity This apparition of myself has stabbed me in the back, so this is what it feels like to bleed me Overcome with guilt for the way I waited around for someone to come and save my life I desperately reach around one time on my own and pull out the knife Sweating even harder now, I toss the blade aside because I have no use for it anymore Coming a bit back down to earth, I see the words "I love you" written in blood on the floor [comments] => 3 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 61 [informant] => faithfully_a_wallflower [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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