January 09, 2011

Who

Something is following
Following me
Swallowing me

I've waited
I see it
I lose it

Do I even exist?


I woke up, but went back to sleep
Nothing to do, everything paused
Again I awake, in the afternoon

Messages left but nobody's calling
I need some of these people to help me now
I will pay the prices they request
They just need to return my phone calls

Terror
It follows me
Shame reproduces inside of me
Fear keeps me safe

I think I might be dead

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