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Array ( [sid] => 173390 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => my god damn nerves are killing me. [time] => 2012-07-18 15:37:15 [hometext] => [bodytext] => in sunny days and sparkling nights,
inside my veins, insomniac until the
morning light
well you don't know what to do with me,
because i like beautiful melodies
that tell horrible stories
and i like finishing off bottles of wine
until i can finally rest my head at
night

im lost in a sea, the bottom is too far out of reach
and the top..well i'll never make it up there,
i cant not breathe
anymore
the bottle is where i place my journies
and my extended sympathies

i wish you could see
what my nerves are doing to me
ithink its them who make me drink til
the last drop
until i can do nothing more in my life
then promise myself one day i will
stop

and i can feel it eating away my visceral
parts as they struggle to complete me
im letting my organs down by this abuse
but i cant sleep at night without the use

its all these nerves
nerves
what they are doing to me
how my nerves are killing me
i will write a book but i wouldnt survive
anxiety over anxiety i'd just drown in the wine
but the weight of the world stops being so heavy
when i have a couple of chasers
inside me

my nerves
they are killing me
my nerves will be the god damn death of me [comments] => 0 [counter] => 120 [topic] => 48 [informant] => cherryamber [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
my god damn nerves are killing me.

Contributed by cherryamber on Wednesday, 18th July 2012 @ 03:37:15 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



in sunny days and sparkling nights,
inside my veins, insomniac until the
morning light
well you don't know what to do with me,
because i like beautiful melodies
that tell horrible stories
and i like finishing off bottles of wine
until i can finally rest my head at
night

im lost in a sea, the bottom is too far out of reach
and the top..well i'll never make it up there,
i cant not breathe
anymore
the bottle is where i place my journies
and my extended sympathies

i wish you could see
what my nerves are doing to me
ithink its them who make me drink til
the last drop
until i can do nothing more in my life
then promise myself one day i will
stop

and i can feel it eating away my visceral
parts as they struggle to complete me
im letting my organs down by this abuse
but i cant sleep at night without the use

its all these nerves
nerves
what they are doing to me
how my nerves are killing me
i will write a book but i wouldnt survive
anxiety over anxiety i'd just drown in the wine
but the weight of the world stops being so heavy
when i have a couple of chasers
inside me

my nerves
they are killing me
my nerves will be the god damn death of me




Copyright © cherryamber ... [ 2012-07-18 15:37:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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