Monster

by Gravity   May 31, 2011


I'm sick and tired for all this desire for
Blood
I cough and sneeze because of this disease
My hair is falling out
Something is calling out to me
I ache all over and feel hungover
There is something moving inside of me
Am i changing into something or is it
A rare disease I hate it
It's hurting me
Turning me...
MY eyes are blurring
MY stomach is churning
And my fingers are twitching continuously
I am seeing things
I am hearing things
What could that be
Is this a dream or a horror movie
I cant decide,it feels so real...
I taste blood in my mouth
I spit it out
What is wrong with me

* made in 8-8-10

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