Black Out

My vision blurs like I’m on a merry-go-round,

My head fills with a pounding-echo sound, 

My stomach churns, sickness threatening me,

My skin hot to touch, but my shivers you will see,

I know this feeling. My head hits the ground.

Blackout.

Words by unTanglingT 

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