Thursday, August 27, 2009

Lost It Probs

Dazed confused, lost and bruised.
I am somewhere between this black and blue

My head is pounding, WHY WONT THE DAMN THING Stop!

Quiet. Ba dum dum, ba dum dum, ba dum dum. I can feel the pulse go through my skull and echo down my neck. I feel its needle like fingers probe me.

Probe. Ba Dum Dum, Ba Dum Dum.

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