Feels like I’m slipping
Into a coma…
And no one cares
But me.
Falling through
A starry sky
Into a great
Unknown…
Feels like I’m
The last person
On earth
& I’m going
Out of my mind.
Dreams are poison.
Wine is my friend.
Wish I could travel
Through time…
Copyright 2012 by tabatha seven
12/18/2012
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