Treasure Island

Cristina Geanta

(19 04 1984 / Romania)

lava


My heart is pulsing lava
thick burning pain through my veins

I woke up to the hurting
like waking up to a headache

sleep leaves your body
each second you're less numb

and it becomes more real
with every pulsing beat..

they said it gets better in the morning...
which morning?

Submitted: Thursday, September 01, 2011
Edited: Thursday, September 01, 2011

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