This nail in my head
brings me to my knees.
Desperate weakness...
You know what to do,
how to take it out.
So do it, please.
Desperate grasping,
Desperate weakness...
I dreamt that I had a nail in my head, in a house in the country. Lots of people were around, panicking, arguing about how to get to the emergency room... getting weaker... feeling it go deeper and deeper, staring death in his empty grey eyes, feeling my body die slowly...
And then the nurse pulled it out, leaving just a tiny hole with no blood, rejuvenated body, and a weird, weird dream.
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