ram ram

High On Death - Poem by ram ram

In centre of cyclone,
'm all alone,
pleading for help,
on my broken phone

anxiety and panic,
creeps my brains,
faster the heart beats,
flushing my veins

nothing is persistant,
that i can see,
it all pictutres of instant,
which tangle and flee..

i am gonna die,
'm loosing control,
my throats is dry,
begging ppl who stroll

they think i am a lunatic,
walking down the road,
asking them for help,
in writing a complicated ode..

oh god! ! ! ! ! !
don't let me die,
as life is wat i need
please save me god
i swear i won't touch weed

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 5, 2010

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