12 February 2011

the reaper dances around my brain
points his skeletal finger at me
wickedness spews forth from the corners
of his deadened smile.

it won't be long, it can't be long.
my heart shrivels into a tiny black vapor.
if you got something better than this
give it to me
a cure for my crippled, limping mind.

administer the killers of pain.

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