too tired to sleep
too awake to dream
too alert to move
too lazy to stay still
driving head on into a thunderstorm at 160 km/hr
with the windows all the way down
and the song on the stereo so loud its no longer music just distorted noise
and the lightning accentuating the droning of the engine and the senseless beat of the drums that you can't even hear its not the speed
or the rain
that terrifies me
just the glint in your eyes
no one is your equal
you give the gift of pain
Friday, January 2, 2009
Queen of Pain
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