| blunt blunt across the vein, as it drips down my skin again not only the blade, but also the feeling ive slayed like a present wating to be unwrapped but theres a dissapointment, what that dog you wanted was a cat "touch her and she'll break!" when that touch is all you need to make the numbness melt a prison of your own sin the bars that hold you in the bitterness of the air the coldness of the steel the never - ending turning of the never - ending wheel because its all the same... each day to day snubbed at your existance honoured because of your freakness held in the cage of life its no fun being the only sane person, in a world full of people drunk on the happiness you crave. poem index |