Jan 23, 2008 14:07
I am walking death.
Choking, gagging the sour phlegm of death.
Mucus tearing from my eyes.
Throat ripped to ribbons by the cough heard before a thousand burials.
I can't taste anymore, I can't move anymore.
A plague that I can't deny I asked for,
leading me forcefully into the arms of death.
Just thought I'd let everyone know how Im feeling.
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Sounds like me last night after adding too many cigarettes and a blunt to a cold. My lungs have never felt so bad!
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