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01-04-2008 22:15
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Depression Feels like
Depression feels like:
As the smile flutters From my gnawed and worried lips Like a butterfly With a broken wing My wounds feel open Stinging Screaming for Attention Instead, drawing Infection And the endless echo Of the possibilities Roll like the tolling of a funeral bell In the isolated chambers Of this My barely beating heart The corrosive liquid dreams Dripping from my eyes Drain into my soul Eating me from deep within Driving me hollow Spinning me inevitably Into a world of escape Behind the masks Fanned like a deck of cards And the shrivelled carnie inside me Screaming “Step right up STEP RIGHT UP The house is always At a disadvantage On this merry-go-round” Guest
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