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There were many men, many women, many children, screaming and clamoring in my head. The millions of sounds, the millions of visions, it hurt, and I could barely think with so many people living in that apartment of mine. They left now, but I can still see the bits of trash and mold they left, always reminding me of how they never had good house-keeping skills...
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Drama - Words: 151 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-21-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3052137
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Thousands of men
Are walking around
In my head
They speak so kindly
They speak with loathing
They speak of ordinary things
They speak of me
Children crying
In this little apartment of mine
Phone rings, a million
Splotches of electricity
In my head
I hear of men
Talking about my future
Talking about how
Worthless
I can be
Talking about how
Sick
I really am
Sick?
I know what sick is goddamn it
It's when your nose is stuffed up
Filled with lies
And mistruths
And sheep
Who tell you the news
I can't withstand all those fish
The electricity
Stabbing into my brain
Sharp lightening bolts
Bleed bleed bleed
All the red
All the thoughts
In my head
As the men drink their wine
And they smile and laugh
Ring ring ring
It's for you
But my rationale is gone
Please leave a message
After my cold, dead heartbeat
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