when the silence turns in to scream, <br />and this heavy bipoler drug slips out <br />of gear, <br />It is here where the ghost hang out, <br />and your sleep spiked with drug, <br />and more drink.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-doesnt-kill-you-makes-you-stronger/
