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| so this is what it's like to be rotting dead away the flesh of a corpse within a young living body my mind fluxuates with corrupted pretenses fluent with my sorrow my pain my lack on enlightenment. don't let the world bring you down the world doesn't know you exist. h e y . . . where's the warmth? the sunshine? the cool dark night solemn in its ways makes me fall dead away down further f a s t e r into the thicker masses into the grey rushing river i don't get it. why i wear this disguise set up this scapegoat paint on this happy face with clown makeup and costume jewelry l o o k . . . the happiness wasn't there. i could blame it on them the condemned of betrayal matadors waving their red capes and i am their bull. but perhaps i am lost by my own disillusionment and lack of vision 'cause i ripped up the road map maybe i'm rushing dead away by my own blunders maybe i made myself this way. if i could rip myself apart and start over the deformities wouldn't change 'cause as the hurricane whistle sounds the pieces of me would blow away in the wind and the world wouldn't feel it 'cause the world doesn't know i exist. 3/24/01 |