Heavy pounding blood-vessels
Swollen fluid-filled brain
Objects wobbling
Air is thin
Sanity I must retain
Reality beyond the hand of touch
Racket roars-crack dawn
Overcast haze
Silence screaming
Abandoned and withdrawn
Swirling, turning guts misplaced
Temperature drops-low
Have I reached
Hell on Earth?
Submerged in weeping sorrow
Sharp stinging nerves they stab
Collapse truth out-there
Mystical soul
Strong escape
Death by black nightmare
WRITTEN by ME, March 24, 2008

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