Thursday, July 29, 2010

a hair pulling mess

a sick and twisted mess

thats me

emotions caught in a frying pan

the inverse

that crawls and rests

on my restless heart

a smile and a frown feel the same.

and exhausted eyes flutter

as limbs lay in paralysis

tingling from the tossing and turning

of the night's silverscreen.

and i hate horror films.

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