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The Diseased Get Eaten First Crystal Methane in the vein, plunger stops the hunger. Shot up again today. Bruise on my arm; Eyes glued open, thoughts glide by, grazing the surface. Sleep beckons only as a pattern. Lay down, let darkness fall. Consume me Night! Take away the impurity of day! I shall look no one in the face today, for i cannot face the facts that today I lied to myself, and weakness prevailed like a sick zebra escaping a pack of lions |
Additional Notes:
This was written on 10/06/95 and am glad to say i no longer suffer from that
affliction. This is the first time anyones eyes but mine own have seen this poem
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