Don't I fear being awake
At 5 a.m. alone
In a real state of panic.

Heart racing
To catch my hurried breath
Fingers tingling
Cold and numb.

I can almost feel
The earth shaking
Although it's really not.

Uncontrolable.
Unpleasant.
I wish it would go away
It stays.

I cry
Pretend to cry
No tears.

Faceless human emotion
Pulsating corpse.

04/02/2003

Posted on 04/02/2003
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