Tuesday, May 6, 2014

The Consumer


Heavy eyes 
Blur in and out 
My body stiff and lifeless 
Weakness over powers with its high 
A drug pleasing my body convincing it to rest.
Like a wave, blood pounds
Against my temples
Shaking back and forth
Wake up I say!
Wake up!
Screams of my head
Rattle and echo 
Shaking harder and harder 
Make it stop!
The voices whispering 
Demanding to win 
A war boils and rumbles 
Through my heart
Weaking and tearing
My heart 
My hope
My love 
The have a name for your kind
An instrument of torture.
A destruction with in the mind
Named Stress


Picture;http://www.deviantart.com/art/Stress-206446663

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