crippled in this insanity of cold-blooded life.
intuitions of a wrath laden child.
am alive through my hollow days.
just alive.
let me be silent.
i don't want tears of blood.
fear gets gruesome.
the wounds never heal.
the pain gets harsh.
love gets sweeter.
downtrodden with freaking memories.
pulling me to my deathbed.
illusions turn to d illusions.
fantasies turn to parody.
screw the reality.
just break away from this paradox.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
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