The End Happened Faster Than Its Inception (December 24, 2012)

So I decided to post some old poems I made back in high school lmao

I can't eat.
Can't sleep.
I throw up in
my dreams.
I pull teeth.
You drink blood.
My heart tears,
I thought years.
Yet months.
It's the end as it
started.
I have coldsweats.
The love spreads.
A virus,
this tyrant.
Dreaming of something
not real,
not here.
No hope,
no love,
no trust.
Just the pain
I digest.

Nothing more but
heartache and pain.
This dream is collapsing.
As to what I thought was
love in the moonlight,
was nothing more
than a shade within
a dark night.

Just a simple spectre,
the memories now artificial.
Inception.
The fin.
Rearrange you find
end.

The last three verses
set my hearse in.
While forced inside a rat race
as my energy depletes,
I still feel abandoned from the cold day
of defeat.