Where's my face?
By Neurosine
Insensate, but needing, self-sufficient but bleeding. Inchoate; some strange nether space, look in my eyes, do I have my face? Take it all away. Saturated soul of nothingness, pride and shame, bereft of any meaning. It's all, it's all the same. I'd say I's simply insane, a lie to cheapen the pain... it still hurts the same. If you could help I'd pay dearly, my soul, all the blood in my veins, if only you'd be so kind as to tell me, through which door it was that I came. Into this place. Oh yeah...and where's my face? Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 11:42 PM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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"Insensate, but needing,..."