MOODSWING
It hit me again - that devilish moodswing.
Screeching and screaming - this roller-coaster-thing.
Once you're up you will fall down.
Familiar way to your home downtown.
Once you're down it strikes once more.
Think you've found a cure, for sure.
Then you awake on dirt cellar floor.
A room with no window and no single door.
Scratch concrete walls, lose some nails.
Desperation calls, salvation fails.
Screeching and screaming - this roller-coaster-thing.
It hit me again - that devilish moodswing.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-10-21 at 17:17
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