Thursday, October 28, 2010

Through the dome

Stop scratching, clawing at my brain
I feel the pressure on the side of my face.
Every time it clicks inside, I scream to shut it out.
I have no silver to shoot, plague another mind
not one of a kind, sympathetic for any other like me.
so absorbed in yourself so get out of my life!
Please.

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