Tag Archives: dying
“Don’t Talk to Me”
I try but I can barley breathe, Don’t talk to me, Don’t talk to me, Don’t talk to me. Can’t you see that I am dying, dying. I’ve had you fooled so deceivingly.
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Tagged alone, death, dying, social disorder
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“Death Collection Party”
I had a dream that I talked to you on the phone. You were coming over, but I wasn’t alone. The “Death Collection Party” was here and a bullet wound in my head. I was lucid and feeling good. A … Continue reading →
“My Death Bed”
Pearls cast in mouths are all smiles all the while sifting sand to hold on not to let on. The wretched smell from my bright white room overwhelms their senses. Their screaming waves press on me like a shield that … Continue reading →
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“Lost Love”
“It’s better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.”?? Or/NO Is it worse to have the feeling of lost love, than ever to have love? Yes
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Tagged alfred lord tennyson, death, dying, funeral, lost love, soul mate
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“Legs Twitch”
Seizures, legs twitch. Riga mortis, stiff and bloated
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“I Am”
What frightens me from when I was young? Not going there. How do I live? I don’t wonder if I’m dying. I know I am. I don’t wonder if I’m living. I know I am. How do I unborn? I … Continue reading →
