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Feb 02, 2007 18:34

 My rusting appearance savors the coldness
wounded, crawling through the grass
Soon these broken walls will solidly stand tall
You don't love me
Your whispers threaten my very existence
pretty green veins painted within my body
my exact o knife pierces me, drip by drop
I escape from myself
My worthless soul brightly exposed
but deep inside tides drift, longing sleep

The rejections of yesterday
exist with every heartbeat today
consious by choice
but this time paralyzed by his voice
Your intentions are bruised for this moment in time
I'm sweating, and with every drop that drips
you scrape through my head
faster, faster I slip
into distant drowning
My ripped flesh has taken me back
You leave victimized by this pain
Why worry? Just close your eyes and
let this isolation consume you
My violated mind is gone
don't regret me
and I'll let you be
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