assimilator
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Joined: 8/14/2004 From: middle of nowhere Status: offline
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a damn such a simple thing so much stone and weight sitting patiently waiting no longing for the rain to swell upwaiting for the buckets for a chance to let loose and crack to get out of the rivers way to let the fish through how perverted a stone to think It can stop water the works of man go unchecked the river surges all around and those downstream are finally washed away into sweet sweet nothingness oneness empty nest alone but not forgottonon some other plane of being or begining waiting in a new line.___Matt H. holding a candle for you Scars scars across my back running under my skin they are invisible to all but me i can run my finger down every wound and feel it anew on my side on my arms marks on my face running deepermaking me feel ugly and undeserving always when will i get what i deserve is it a slow death by tortureor a firing squad at this point i dont care any death would be welcome save the teasing dreams of another place always at the edge of my memories at the corners to my mind overlapping all i see and all i feel the scars are so well faded and coverd with ink yet still they come, haunting me like ghosts with no motivation to leave how can i flee from myself i still know you Fear on broken legs i run from you only to see you in the doorway holding the keys i must have i must have them i must be dead already or i would have stopped what pushes me onto test my limits no i know my limits all too well the fear it pulls at me now from all sides but never will i see what pushes___atmt777
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Must not all things at last be swallowed up in death?___Plato
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