Rigor MortisA Poem by 2Real2BTrueDepressing, reality, not a feel good poem.The blood in my veins is stale And every bone is strong as thread, But I am neither fragile or frail- I am just the living dead.
I am not going insane- I have no sanity to lose! And I'm too numb to feel the pain, Even though life is one big bruise.
So phone the therapist And fill my cabinet with pills, Though the shrink won't get the gist, I'll still pay his bills.
I'm immortal; the dead can't die, Feel my pulse- there's nothing to feel! And no matter how hard I try To mend my heart . . . there's nothing to heal! © 2011 2Real2BTrueAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 24, 2011 Last Updated on February 25, 2011 Author2Real2BTrueAZAboutI'm taking a break from the internet, and from my computer in general, so I can maybe get some writing done and just be with my thoughts. I promise to get to my read requests when I get back :) Ha.. more..Writing
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