When it rains it pours...
4/19/05 09:51 pmThis is the drift of a fever:
the burning behind my eyes
sweet syrupy foul taste
simmering in my throat
exhaustion
sleep
sweet silent sleeping
forgetting the chills
the pills
the awful drifting
of my thoughts
Yeaaah...I've been a slacker. But I'm back now.
the burning behind my eyes
sweet syrupy foul taste
simmering in my throat
exhaustion
sleep
sweet silent sleeping
forgetting the chills
the pills
the awful drifting
of my thoughts
Yeaaah...I've been a slacker. But I'm back now.