*NOTE, THIS IS POETRY, MADE BY MY GOOD FRIEND LIZ*
Copyright to Liz, 2007-forever.


Smooth
metal tipped
headache

Iron-linked chain
constricts,
chips bones

Oh Sadistic adversary,
without you
I would cease to exist

In your stead,
my mind would glaze over
in a dream state

Unfocused, soft world,
in contrast to the
others sharp acidic

I dislike both
consciousness and unconsciousness
what exists in between

paradise?