Walking Dead Syndrome by tallyyoungblood, literature
Literature
Walking Dead Syndrome
two days pass
sleep has yet
to come around
like a careless lover
only swings by
when convienient
three days now
seventy-two hours
they say micronaps
are supposed to occur
around this point
that sort of thing
has never happened
not to me
anyway
four days
I hate you
I hate everything
you annoy me
food disgusts me
this putrid stench
is trapped in my nose
five days
the back of my skull
is cracking open
my eyes are burning
I cant get clean
like my skin
is made of filth
six days
no other time
do I feel so hopeless
like I will never be happy
ever again
only now
will sleep come back
and take the pain away
Unti
