martedì 3 giugno 2008

Truth

Blades, all around me.
Every move
every step
every single breathe hurting
sharpened razors lacerating
but it's not the worst for me

Heartbeat, pulsing incessantly.
Every pulse
every beat
every single second harming
poison-tipped stings puncturing
but it's not the worst for me

Alone.
Deluded.
Fooled.

D i s a p p o i n t e d

And then just alone.

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