Fear
i'm suffocating
but breathing in a
patheic
but i'm relax
thinking about
all the things
i'm hating
which i can't stand it
for know reason
My palms sweating
arms wet an
eyez watery
but not tearing
Revenge is all
i see
but only the feeling
i'm Hearing
i pace back and fourth
without the drugs
starring of to the sound
like as the nite is appearing
a loud sound
rumbles
like rats in tunnels
fingers
shaking
stomach in knots
heart pumping fast
i'm shot!
Copyright © Frederick Smith | Year Posted 2005
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