It all looks fine in your eyes,
But I’m crawling out of my skin
I’m your worst nightmare.
The green-eyed girl
You’re afraid to talk to,
A Mysterious Scorpio
With a few too many secrets.
I choose
This manic swarm of chemicals
This white noise
This unreality.
Respect my need to be hallow.
Let me escape into this haze.
Let me waste away.
When, not if
I come crashing down
I’ll have only myself to blame.
A shooting star, gone awry
Bleeding black into the night
Killing the light to survive.
I don’t need to be made aware
To know that I’m dying.
Dec '03
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