Thursday, February 5, 2009

captive by a capsule


stuck in the middle of the ocean; with my poison potion

constantly paddling; always battling

tired of fighting; wired for hiding

maybe I’ll sink so deep; I’ll have to drink myself to sleep

what if I drown before I’m able to float; surely someone found my note

in my head are blurred voices; now their just slurred noises

everyone says I should follow my strong will; my doctor says I should swallow this pill

everyone says it will be alright; maybe my heart will stop in the night


to be continued…..

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