Brian Davey Poet Epitaph

Somethings Disease

I will break into your thoughts,
		with what is written within my heart...

		I'm so sick,
		infected with where I live.
		Let me live without this,
			...emptiness
				...selfishness

		I'm so sick!

		All my complaints diminish to nothing,
		I am ashamed of my somethings!

		Thanks for the comfort,
			...only because I suffer!

		I'm so sick...

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Damien Knight February 20, 2016 at 9:52 PM I can feel the sickness pouring off the page Brian Davey February 21, 2016 at 3:53 AM s I felt it pouring out the pen

Sarah Lewis January 25, 2016 at 7:19 PM Isn't some of this from the song "I'm So Sick" by Flyleaf? Other than that, nice job adding to it Brian Davey January 25, 2016 at 9:46 PM Wow I hope not! I do kind of remember hearing that group a lot 5, 6 years ago? Hmmmm...anyways thanks for reading!

Skat A January 13, 2016 at 7:23 PM Brian, it makes me sad to know, this is reality... thank you for sharing. SKAT Brian Davey January 16, 2016 at 12:21 AM Me too