My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room
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Thursday, August 9, 2007, 9:50 PM
The pathetic
I sat on the over used seats. Waiting for my call. i knew it was coming soon. The music playing in my ears could not back my nerves. a dark gripping fear crept up my cold spine, my number was about to be called. Then, an unusually short nurse stepped from out of the observation booth, her eyes tired and overworked. she grunted my name and i froze, i felt a had push me up and i slowly paced towards the room. i needed to go to the toilet so badly, the doctor examined and probed me, minutes passed, i waited in baited breath for his verdict. i almost forgot to breathe. And then, he uttered the words i dared not face. Tears started to roll down my cheeks, why did things like this happen to me? They strapped me with a band and sent me to a ward. i felt like a prisoner, my footsteps echoed accross empty hallways. Everyone around me was either dead, or dying. Wonderful thought. The bed creaked as i got on it. The pain in my lumbar struck me again, i kept her in my mind, that way, it wont feel too bad. They put needles into me, i couldnt move, its not easy when 4 inch metal sticks under your flesh prevent wrist movement. i was in hell. i couldnt take it. Somehow, i didnt need to go to the toilet anymore. The soft beeping of a life machine was the only sound when lights off came. it was so quiet, i heard everything, from the wheezing of an elderly man on his deathbed, and a snake bitten youth's silent tears. i closed my eyes to sleep, but the pain kept me up. i requested for no painkillers, i thought maybe this pain might take away the pain of loving her. i wished i was gone, that eveything around me would just be lost, And me too, would be gone, forever. And never return.
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