So Little of All The Same

 
______"so many questions 
______so little time 
______is it my last 
______is it my fall" 
 
tomorrow; today 
its never quite different 
it blends together 
its all the same 
 
closing my eyes 
letting the migraine in deep 
never letting go 
for it chooses to seep 
 
the glass like face braces for the pain 
with the blood shed eyes through the tape 
it leaks into this sewer pond 
so that I can never escape 
 
I wonder if it'll ever go away 
just leave me... alone to starve 
will I be free; when I’m finally gone 
what will be left of this bloody scar...

by lonedevil on 13 Oct 2004 at 20:11

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