I'M SICK! =/


VOMITS AND PUKES


Feelin sick to the core, stomache sore.
Got a bad backbone, better not to have one.
Trying to scream, but nothing sounds.
Save my heart from its pretentious pounds.

Vomits and pukes,
there's something in my body that's terribly wrong.
Vomits and pukes,
makes it hard to stay hopeful and strong.

It's like all the other times, primary defense.
Hypocondric, paranoid and tense.
A faggot disease they say, feeling paltry.
A human condition, wanting to stay earthly.

Vomits and pukes,
there's something in my body that's terribly wrong.
Vomits and pukes,
makes it hard to stay hopeful and strong.

And yes I know, when the little bug is gone,
I will end up feeling fine.
But until then I'll stick to my moan,
hoping for the long lost lifeline.

Vomits and pukes,
there's something in my body that's terribly wrong.
Vomits and pukes,
makes it hard to stay hopeful and strong.




Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-10-10 at 21:43

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Kathy Lockhart
Oh you poor baby...rest dear one. I hope you have someone to take care of you. If not here's a cyber hug (()). That way I won't get that nasty virus.
2006-10-11