April 18, 2007

• I wander these streets

  These bright light lined streets

  With white picket fences

  An easy world...a dream world

  I HATE IT

  I HATE YOU

  I HATE YOU ALL

   

  I should

  If I could...

  I still wouldnt

  Damn this place... what has it done to me?

   

   

  My legs falter

  My stone self holds

  Wondering where Im going to sleep tonight

  As am I

  Sitting gently on the wood bench as if by my own design

  Perfect in its cold blanket movements

  Underneath the covers I shiver

  I fight to breathe thru bloody tears

  Drowning in my silent screams

  Goddess, I SCREAM

  My nails breaking off in my flesh

  In a despairing attempt to silence my soul

   

   

  Stocially I stand

  Even as I crumble to the ground in sobs

  No one will save me from this pool of blood

  This long desperate night

  Or tomorrow

  Fear is the mind killer

  There can be nothing but the words

  Fear is the mind killer

  There can be nothing but the beat

  Fear is the mind killer

  I can be nothing but a soldier

  Fear is the mind killer

  Or I die tonight

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