November 30, 2007 at 7:40 pm (poem)

thesis about fear and noxious substances

far stretched and incomprehensible
when your head feels like
it’s filled with lead all the surface of your desk
does is looking like the plains in front of
a dull horizon so blurred
by the dust swirling in your head.
saliva drips and it feels like your bleeding
when you wake up what you gonna tell her
hold up the sign of hypocrisy
you used to burn.
with the closure
and with the entry of sleep’s black pit
all the senses unite
heart and mind join hands
and tell of fear
the fear of loosing.

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