at the heart of it all

at the heart of it all can no longer take it understanding everything it's so unbearable it's getting colder, and the cold it gets.... at the heart of it all feeling so small i'm so overburdened i misplaced my crown it's getting colder, and only the more cold it gets.... at the heart of it all i'm so full of shit rotting in my cavity my head is nothing it's getting colder at the heart of it all, always a pounding reminscnice, so retrograding.... everything is just as it seems, the seams of threads sewn to feed the parasites, to bite and feed...? everything taken from the heart the heart of an angel seewn unto sytematically stitched wings, but envy, but greed.....? a virus inflitrating a system not whole, not whole, but not yet needing this piece. a cancerous blossomimg structure uncomplete, not whole, but in time the bleeding will cease. not whole, with no control, sense of guidance, or lack of inflicted self emotion. unwhole, with a doubted feeling, and sense of nothing forwarded by a sense of implosion. feeling this and everything around me cave in, feeding me this and the onlything making me give in, and bleeding unto the point of a pint of mistakes....' the colder it gets, the colder it seems.... and the many fragments of a content beam.... buried in a layer of frost. Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 09:48 AM PST   0 • 18 • 10