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A.
ANXIETY.
Crippling and weak
Biting nails down to the nub
Blood welling up to meet the gnashing teeth
The pain that distracts
The voices in the wind
That detracts,
From live and love
And fear of death
He whispers naughty things
Like a lover seducing her slave
Picking prying nudging
With his words
Breaking me down
Until I'm just a pile
Of bones and thoughts
Horny with the thought
Of being free
Aroused by the thought of blood
This my friends, is Anxiety.
Crippling and weak
Biting nails down to the nub
Blood welling up to meet the gnashing teeth
The pain that distracts
The voices in the wind
That detracts,
From live and love
And fear of death
He whispers naughty things
Like a lover seducing her slave
Picking prying nudging
With his words
Breaking me down
Until I'm just a pile
Of bones and thoughts
Horny with the thought
Of being free
Aroused by the thought of blood
This my friends, is Anxiety.
Published 11th Aug 2014
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11th Aug 2014 7:06pm
You paint a picture, it may not be visually beautiful, more brutal than beautiful, but oh how you paint it. I felt cornered,restrained, anxious.
Wonderful doesn't really convey what I want to say.
Loads of love to you.Thank you dearest.
Wonderful doesn't really convey what I want to say.
Loads of love to you.Thank you dearest.
11th Aug 2014 7:08pm
