damn the persistent yawning
it's midday, 12 'o' clock
my meds have started kicking in 
and now I'm dozing off.
damn the persistent yawning
i've got the shakes as well
on top of the anxiety
it's like a living hell. 
damn the persistent yawning
i need to see some proof
and part of me is sure somewhere
a screw is coming lose.
damn the persistent yawning
and damn the weight gain too
the doctor says to wit a while
so what else can i do?
damn the persistent yawning
it really isn't fair
but maybe it will stop me talking
to what isn't there!
damn the persistent yawning
this cannot be a cure
others say it really helps but me,
i'm not that sure.
damn the persistent yawning
my hearts beating too fast
my chest has started closing in
i hope this doesn't last.
damn the persistent yawning
i've really had enough
my meds hae started kicking in
and now i'm clocking off.

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A true Madonna she did then grieve,
Her tears a wailing lullaby,
For the child of whom was ne’er conceived
But whose hands still grasped her inner womb.

It bled from every orifice,
And thus was left deaf, dumb and blind,
Existing in a wretched bliss
Where pain was paired with innocence.

Swift incisions pierced her skin,
Yet true child lay deeper than her wounds,
And so she swore upon her kin
That she would scream the heavens down.

But the child tore thunder in her heart,
And she was struck with such self-pity,
As neither one could join nor part;
They both were one and each was many. 

Yet her treachery was bountiful,
Benevolence a sick illusion,
Depression now felt beautiful
And conjured up corrupt desires.

Her fantasies grew more disturbed
And hate, it seemed, had stole her faith,
She begged for deil spells to purge
Her of all painful memories.

She asked her demon to rise up,
And lacking care of consequence,
She made an offering of her blood;
Rage scorched logic from her mind.

And as she looked with tinted eyes
She saw the demon, bare and burning,
Cloaked in swarms of cursive fires
(A beauty forged from hellish fury).

“My demon”, she yelled, “for whom I prayed”
“My knight my darkest saviour”.
“You must rid me of this scrawny babe”
“For it is dead within my heart”.

The creature smiled but never spoke,
Emotions died in sunken eyes,
No noise can rise from dead men’s throats,
No warmth can live on leathered skin.

“My demon why do you still wait”?
“I brought you here you must obey”
“My want, my lust, my need is great”
“I cannot bare these stale emotions”.

His hind legs rose, her bared his teeth:
(It was now that she felt remorse)
His head became a jackal beast;
(The child a martyr to her selfish wants).

A surrogate to her own sin,
She saw herself the lonely child,
The terror that she felt within,
A million times was multiplied.

She realise her mortal soul,
Could not contain such bitter hate,
Yet the demon entered, brash and bold.
(His motive to remove the child).

She felt his fingers move inside,
Destroying all her dignity,
Exhausted she could only cry;
As naked as her unborn child.

His fingers grasped upon its head,
Her terror wailed like a banshees harp,
He knew his lust would soon be fed
So, greedily, he ripped it out.