More than what meets the eye

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: May 02, 2014

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Middle of the night sadness...

I feel sleeping tingles in the silence.

Taking over my hands-

Taking over my feet.

What does this all mean?

 I feel scratches starting to form all over.

I'm  Sore, sore, sore.

Sometimes I think the shadows have hands that choke me,

I always feel choked in the dark-

I guess I'll let them own me,

I'm pathetic-

I'll have to play that card.

Late night hunger is long past over-

ha-good thing

cuz  leftovers are broken bones and ghost pieces-

mixed with midnight crawlers...

My massive headaches are throb, throb, throbbing.

The shadow grabbed a bat and sure went hard on me.

What do they want me to be?

What are they trying to do to me?


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