Write Out This Sicknes

 

 

I've got to write this sickness out of me

Phantom pains assaulting the failing body

Demon claws piercing flesh and muscle

Scraping out the beating life

The taste of abandoned night sour on copper tongues

Releasing lips to live sanctioned guilt on crowded streets

 

Author's Note

Cp. 9:??PM Sun 08/03/08 �Where Does Your Garden Grow� 30 Seconds to Mars walking for smokes, flow to music, lots of cars passing (Written, Sylph)

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[Glen Yumang Manese]

You try to write out the pain or bothersome...you feel in the lines of this piece...