Sunday, November 04, 2007
Anger
empty hollow echoes
hide the has been
pulsating light of red
shredded pulp of black
acrid copper smell of
echoes
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Icy cold facts
Is a death shadow cold? Or does it wrap you in a hot embrace?
Pain is a reaction to stimulation. The fragile mind interpreting a signal from afar. Signals jumble and fail entirely.
Too bad my signals are loud and clear as a coastal wind. Slicing its way to the center, for my wasted core to illustrate to me that though i should be, i am not dead.
Living and choosing is far more tormenting, because we replay this mystification to nauseating extremes.
For what?
Meteoric and manaical flits of ecstasy. Solace so profound that utterances escape. Love so penetrating that your soul is torn.
No
It is merely a vile ruse for you to board the merry-go-round.
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