The Fever

August 20, 2011
By darkblue627 GOLD, Marietta, Ohio
darkblue627 GOLD, Marietta, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
The whole world, myself included, seem to have one thing in common; we're just a crowd of people who don't really fit in anywhere attempting to convince one another that we do. -Andrew McMahon

He is ill, sick with fever
Thermometer held
Beneath his tongue
He holds a damp cloth to his
Hoping it will clear his mind

To cool his head, he swallows pills
Expecting to drown
In their silence
He hopes for a dreamless sleep
Free of nightmarish

His sleep is far from empty
Fevered dreams echo in
His scull
Broken phrases, dislocated hands
Imprints of actions
Tricks and charms and lies

He wakes with a shudder
Awake is the same as asleep
The same hallucinations
Fill his sight
The fever has not been

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