xCrankxA Poem by Nina LovexCrankx
Flying high has a price, plunging, screaming, agonizing xcrashesx that make you want to tear the flesh from your bones using only broken teeth and dull, ragged nails if only it would stop that hideous pain. xit won'tx hours and hours of wide-open eyes, too terrified, too painful to sleep. xsuddenlyx it all gives way to what we call death's little sister and everyone almost believes the lie your body tells for you sleep as if you were xdeadx 5 hours gone, 10. 15 hours gone, a day or three and suddenly you are "alive" again x...if this is what you call living...x
© 2008 Nina Love |
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Added on August 18, 2008 |