Exclosure
By Neurosine
Broken, unmendable, really fucked up, lost in the chasm, it just doesn't matter, but I feel it still, constantly. How can nothing be so substantial? It pours into my thoughts from deep down below, con't contain or deny it, my calm melt's like snow, the crystalline vision of now, coalesces and drips down my thigh, out my eyes, exhudes out my mouth in a whisper, engulfs me in this incredible sadness. Embeds in my day like a splinter. I scratch it, and spread the infection. I just hate rejection, humiliation, sensation, of knowing we're of no relation. Damnation, must feel this way, to a sinner, deluded by the stupid form of god. An idiot killer, doing it because its his job. Pavlovs dog, running into the fire for his food. It's all he can do, you control me, you sold me the lie, I was unfortunately in a position to buy, but the hidden costs were almost my life, but I gave them the delusion, instead to sacrifice. Yet I feel it ripped away, a bit of me when I paid the price, that wasn't very nice. That wasn't very nice. Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 09:50 AM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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