RelapseA Poem by LivingDeath1:13 am That familiar urge is backthe uncontrollable itch, like a baby yearning for his mothers sweet breast. As seconds tick like hours the fire rips my sanity apart though one thing remains unchanged. Tick.. Tick.. Tick.. Tick.. These quite sounds are deafening like the unheard screams of a broken heart, but my heart is not broken. Nor is my voice, yet this moment remains my solitary sanctum. Tick.. Tick.. Tick.. Tick.. The clocks tick is like a tiny drip of water falling to its demise from the faucet on which it hangs rinsed away with the rest of time. Into the darkness where lost souls hide. Tick.. Tick.. Tick.. Tick.. That itch is back clawing within my flesh my mind.. and my sanity, Tick.. Ti...... Time stops.. the air around me deathly quite, this moment unchanging. Life? .. What is life? ...Tick.. Tick.. The plangent pulse continues those seconds that echo silent Tick.. Tick.. Tick.. Tick.. 1:14 am Relapse.
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Added on July 23, 2011Last Updated on July 23, 2011 AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. Wasssup guys! I am me, if you want my name, ask me for it. Life in every breath, is my motto. 22 years old, living .. more..Writing
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