Noise of Waste (Momma Help Me) The following is almost verbatim from my deviantart description, so if you you've read it there and feel like you're having a bad case of deja vu, that's probably why. Written at about 3 in the morning the other day, when I couldn't get to sleep due to these industrial/tech noises and strange voices that seemed to be coming to my ears from a distance, all careening like mad through my head. Then, a particularly strong one started chanting "Momma help me," which became the beginning of this poem-thing. That's never happened to me before. and so, without further ado, the poem... |
momma help me my head is hurting and i can't breathe drained my life away through a busted sieve can't breathe the room is spinning and i can't eat there's people shouting and i can't sleep can't breathe momma help me all i need is what i can't have running faster can't eat dying slower can't love spinning out of reach can't sleep ...help me... |
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