My mind races.
My hand shakes.
My blood drips.
My lungs gasp.
My eyes twitch.
My lip quivers.
My soul dies.
My body lays there, cold, pale, and still. I wish I could make it move, but that would be wrong. Nobody wants me here. No one cares. Not a soul can save me from my mind. "We can escape from everything, but not from ourselves" ~Edgar Allan Poe
