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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I'm so ****ing sick, Damn I knew I needed that quick fix, My brains boiling in my head, Damn voices won't shut up, I can't even think straight, My heads throbbing so badly. I can't even feel my hands anymore, What was laced in with my drink?, Or did I smoke some bad weed? No ****ing way I should feel like this. I don't feel high, What is this I'm feeling?, Why can't I feel my hands?, I can't even feel my lips move, Am I just speaking through my mind? What happened to Tom? I can't even move my neck, Feels like the bones are broken, And what the hells that smell?, God it's awful; smells like death. Out of the corner of my eye, I see something slumped against the wall, I try to move myself to get a better look, But my body feels so weak, And so freezing cold. "Tom" I cry out, Where are you?" All I hear is a faint gurgling sound, Coming from somewhere, By that glass window maybe. I just sit there, Knowing that somethings amiss here, Feeling a little bit like a dream, But I know it's real, I can feel the pain coursing through my body. That's when my arms begin to feel itchy, And I'm able to move a little, Turning my head around, Facing Tom lying there, With Blood bubbling from his mouth, His eyes rolling in his head. Wondering what happened, Only feeling nausea take over, Inducing a dream like state, That my mind sinks into, As consciousness slips away, Dragging me into oblivion. I know this is the end, That I can't escape it now, This poison or whatever it is, Is coursing through my veins, And I shall at long last...meet my maker.
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