Standing up with a headache and blurred vision
I look around in a confused daze
Somehow everything seems different
I don't recognize anything at all
It's dark everywhere
And it's fucking cold
There's white flakes that look like snow
But when I reach my hand out to them it burns
Breathing is so difficult
Why am I here?
How did i get to this hell?
But what the hell is this frame?
Do not fear what is in front of you, what you can feel and touch, what you can taste and smell, what you can hear. But fear what it is that you cannot see, what you cannot comprehend, what you cannot fathom. Do not fear the past for it is already done, but fear the future for it is unwritten. Untainted. Uncorrupted. And above all unpredictable.
COMMENTS
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LadyKrystalynDarkstar
01:30 Aug 21 2010
Wow that's pretty intense!
NecroBomber
02:06 Aug 21 2010
that's because my poetry comes from true emotion