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[sid] => 21205
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => waking
[time] => 2003-07-29 16:35:00
[hometext] => one of my favorite old ones. OD'ing on Wellbutrin, written before the inevitable trip to the hospital. wholesome fun for everyone.
[bodytext] => waking on the floor i don't know where i am everything i thought was real was only a dream, i've already forgotten i remember, once i was blind and deaf but now my eyes and ears are one lies that were once only words are now smiling serpents sent to strangle me i put you deep inside of me though i can't remember who you are you angrily burst through my flesh spewing mantras of the past that mean Nothing to me now you smile and lick my bloody face i blink and it's all gone you, the blood, the room everything now in a room mattresses for walls in a jacket for "protection" white clad men and women ask me questions in a language i've forgotten i try to answer only to hear words that i'm not saying i become violent and discover that i'm not in control a nurse approaches with a needle it's you . . . you smile and i fall through the dark again waking once more my lids are closed but i see lying in a box the lid is open mourners pass by their false tears stain my face all of them are you i can't move i scream to you that i'm still alive and i know you can hear me but you smile beneath your tears everyone of you and file by with a pat on my cold dead hand and a soft word i cannot understand your replicas do the same i turn my closed eyes and see that the mourners are not in a line but a circle i scream soundlessly all of it is a circle it will Never End it will... falling waking on the floor i don't know where i am everything i thought was real was only a dream..... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 205 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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