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Posted by WaterSapphire on August 21, 2008, at 4:13:08
In fear I wake
With a desert living in my throat
I am chased beyond the boundaries of time
OF Nightmares I cannot recall
And unknown fear
Driving me over the edge
And sanity is only a dream
And reality I lost touch with long ago
This sickness builds inside my bones
I ache and creak and move so slow
My heart beats weak, too fast, or sluggish
My head it hurts and pressure builds
I quake and fury may overspill
These storehouses are barren, yet tears still fall
This body is an empty shell
And my footsteps are erased.In Fear I wake, in the morning, day, or night
I am tensed without understanding
And human suffering has furrowed my brow
To the point of no sense, to the point of exhaustion
Where I have no energy for human comfort
No time for time is Fear
and Fear has become my constant companion.
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