Mad Season

trying to find the answer to an unasked question, because its always Mad Season where I live.

Saturday, August 21, 2004

life in the fast lane
I am impatient
I am seeing stars
and black is trying to envelope me
so I sit down with speed
coursing through my throat to
every part of me that is
shrinking
try to save me quickly
try to save me at all
I can't hear you speaking
my hair is flames consuming my
head
but I smile
and you whisper
"are you alright?"
and I nod
while my eyes scream "no"

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