Inspired by an insanely high fever. I had begun dividing up all my worldly possessions by the end of it.
Everything burns
Beyond the edge
Of
Sleep
Or
Something
Deep
That does not
Step
Into the light
Or the night
There was
Never heard
Not a
Single word
Just clammy fingers
That choke
A slight whisper
To stroke
The whys
And wherefores
And has beens
Are all lost
In your eyes
And Fever Dreams.
Everything burns
Beyond the edge
Of
Sleep
Or
Something
Deep
That does not
Step
Into the light
Or the night
There was
Never heard
Not a
Single word
Just clammy fingers
That choke
A slight whisper
To stroke
The whys
And wherefores
And has beens
Are all lost
In your eyes
And Fever Dreams.
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