Nov 28, 2005 18:36
This girl screams out her mind.
Tears taunt and torture her every thought.
Let them come, Let them come.
The army of the heart can defend no more.
Like the Prussian Proxies run into homes and hide,
the billowing clouds of fear and anguish surround me.
No wall or trap can prevent the virus ouf you from entering the heart of me.
In this body, a phantom resin is left under and around all tissue and nerve.
The slide show of supressed emotion locks me in the seat of liquid you,
leaving me for self destruction.