Leaden Paralysis
My feet so heavy
My arms so heavy
My thoughts so heavy
My eyelids heavy levees
So no more tears.
Lying in bed
With a gun to my head
But I can't pull the trigger
Because my fingers are lead.
No use in crying
No matter what I do
I keep living; I keep dying
I am a wasp in amber-- merely existing
But I will forever
I can't breathe
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