Prime Equation
By Neurosine
I slip away, thoughts evade me, I wonder why they made me, but then they didn't know that what they do, would matter anyway. I slam and I wither, these energies slither, into the monochrome. Inarticulate chatter, is all that could matter, in this repeating cacophony. I'm always going to wonder why, I'm always going to try, to express the inexplicable. It's something that wants to see, what's outside of this picture, this dream. If only I could take one step outside of me, perhaps I could know what I speak, everything is infinity.... Written February 2nd, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 07:20 PM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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"I slip away,..."