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01 March 2015

Getting a Grip

It was upon me the final black death
Tic toc it's one thing after another
it seemed to get harder to take a breath
slowly days blended into each other

The weather drenched me in acid rains
washing the rainbow's colors away
burning my skin causing me pain
leaving me dripping in gray

I may be alive but not living
just counting the passing of days
slowly my sanity's slipping
deep breath as my body decays

Finally it happened lost my mind
deep down inside I'm okay
I no longer felt so confined
so I sent my mind far away

Slowly days blended into each other
leaving me dripping in gray
deep breath as my body decays
so I sent my mind far away


Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

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