This Sickness

by Timothy S   Jan 4, 2009


This sickness eats away my thoughts
Feasting on the endless supply these emotions brought
Still it needs more though, draining deeply within me
Source of it of if all, my center, what keeps me beating
Trainwrecks collide, call for drastic measures, I'm pleading
End these visions of all the battles already fought
Every one of them daggers, filled with blood I've already lost
The memory filled shards tearing apart logic
Wreaking havoc upon this now porcelain heart
But already shattered, this is just how it started...

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