Poison

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by OnTheBorderline, Apr 17, 2007.

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  1. that's what they call it
    coursing through my veins
    the relief is coming
    the pain soon fading
    they wouldn't judge if they knew
    surely not
    would they ask me to live this?
    i wouldn't ask it of you...
    is it real? is it true?
    is there a reason why i'm different to you?

    the poison now burns into my brain
    the mind dulls, the thoughts slow
    the world around me gains it's "new world" glow
    everything is better as i can finally breath
    the pain just a distant hum
    another day
    life goes on.
     
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