Thursday, January 22, 2009

Squatter

It grows in my head
It suffuses and overwhelms my brain
Thoughts run around it
It distress me and pushes me smaller
I feel how it eats with my mouth
How it breaths with my lungs

Pounding my head to the wall
But it doesn´t make it unreal
It grows, it grows
Soon there isn´t anything else left

2 comments:

  1. The last two lines... <3 Love it. It's gorgeous. Feels strangely hopeful when it should be really sad :S Maybe that's just my mood ;D

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  2. I didn´t mean it to be hopeful but it doesn´t matter :D it´s better if you find something between the words and lines. thanx <3

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