28 September 2012
The feeling in my veins, Is so empty, yet too full, My hearts beating at a pace, Which I cannot control,
My poor legs are shaking, Yet so tough I cannot move, My whole body is quaking, I've eaten the pounds I've to lose,
My speech is slurred, stammered, And my lips are getting cracked, My mind is still absurd, I think I've been slapped,
I don't know about this feeling, Sick, tired, thirsty or great, So bad that I've been kneeling, And praying for my fate.
Sick To The Stomach • Opuss № I