better
By stupra
Sanity hiding in the corner somewhere She won't point me in the right direction What am i to do... What am i doing Voices but they are mine Smiles of pain they are not I am green and crawling up the walls Reaching for the light Twisting, turning Writhing against the trellis of my tearful tendrils Dew-drops in the night offer no love And no sleep as i spread out for the mourning son Metaphorically numb I can no longer speak My words Dry husks rasping in the breeze Skin on the floor and i've never felt better Yes Never better Never better Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 05:15 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Sanity hiding in the corner somewhere..."