It's Me
By Castaway
It's me I'm in here Screwed up Twisted in on myself Like a limb On the ugly tree. Close my eyes, Whirlpool darkness. Edges of frilly Black sucking mouths Lined with teeth. Inside the pit I call my gut, A fist Big as a boulder Knuckles poking at me; Vicious bastard hand. A gargoyle Is reaching in and pulling me out, Dragging me into the unlight, Destroying me With moth kisses. Bits fall away, Flake away, Drift away. I am becoming lesser, Lesser lesser than I was Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 08:49 AM PST 0 • 1
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"It's me..."