Friday, July 31, 2009

So, so sick

The thoughts swimming through my head,
Things no child should ev'r think.
Swirling, whirling
In a sea
Of warm, wet blood
And the things I see.

Flash through mind,
While words are buzzing in my head.

Wo ai ni,
Ev'ry whisper arouses dread...

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