a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








contradiction


I am spinning out of control. In a sea of dark black nites. I am drawing blood from a cold stone, a cold stone that I call my heart. All of it is so completely unnatural. Forcing life from the dead. Don't you see, that is where I am supposed to be?

I fear myself so much that I just assume that everyone else does. So I hide.
I hide. And I cry myself to sleep, I cry myself awake. Hiding and crying behind dreams and illusions. Take me away. I am believing in everything and falling for nothing. That's all it is, contradiction. Take me away.


written on 2003-04-25 at 11:47 p.m.

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