Monday, September 19, 2011

The Venom courses through me,
Races through my veins,
Making me weak.
Weak until I want to end it all.
Make it all go away.

The Venom is running faster,
Making everything pulsate.
My head is pounding.
It's starting to make
Everything go re, then black,
Making it all go away.

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