Running Low On Hysteria
its that puny impudense
pushing my sixth sense
searching for disaster
seeking for laughter
bleeding for cause
dying for life to pause
tripping just so i can stumble
to feel what it's like for the human body to crumble
wandering whats the difference
stammering for my independence
lying for the truth
crying to impress upon you
leaving you shallow
what am i left to feel now though
poem by Chip Reed
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