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Good Morning Charlie
Morning has broken with white on the mirror,
My eyes glaze over as my soul starts to shiver.
Soon my body will ache, my make-up shall flake,
Jesus I don't know how much more of this shit I can take!
The dark, storm cloud hangs over my head,
I cry for no reason, lying broken in my bed.
My mind is alive yet my body is dead.
So I do what I need to do and I cut a line,
Then the storm cloud disappears and I suddenly feel fine.
My eyes glaze over as my soul starts to shiver.
Soon my body will ache, my make-up shall flake,
Jesus I don't know how much more of this shit I can take!
The dark, storm cloud hangs over my head,
I cry for no reason, lying broken in my bed.
My mind is alive yet my body is dead.
So I do what I need to do and I cut a line,
Then the storm cloud disappears and I suddenly feel fine.
Published 8th Apr 2013
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8th Apr 2013 10:32am
Painful read indeed. Escapisms fine it's the morning demons that are atrocious. Thanks syn
Anonymous
8th Apr 2013 9:48pm
That covers it. Really great poem
