They tickle as they crawl inside
Tingling creeks beneath my skin -
I'd love to twitch until I pop;
I never should have let them in
Anxious ants crawl deeper still
Tendons darting, nerves are fried -
I'd love to run until I drop,
But endings are all
Paralyzed
Feed on worry, gorge on fear
Nests that droop beneath my eyes -
I'd love to sleep, and leave this place,
But marching echoes through the night
Last edited by Giant Salamander; 02-22-2008 at 03:45 PM.
Reason: I took out a word for the sake of pacing. Guess it's not so spontaneous anymore.
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