In the deepest night
and the darkest corners
you can feel me there
like a pulse of electricity
Leave me alone--
unless you, too,
have lost your fear
Unless the word "lonely"
means nothing
and "pain" passes right through you
If you are cold to the touch
If you haven't seen your reflection
for years
and have no need for tears
Then you have become it
you are a walking wound,
the creepy one people talk about
the one with hollow eyes
and vacant smiles, empty laughter
You are the void
you feel at home with me
rotting with the rest
of the human garbage
out of sight
Rape wasn't enough
you had to murder yourself
so it didn't feel so wrong
when others got around to it
Now you long for blood
but you've gnawed yourself down
to the bone
You know it won't be long
There's always company in these bleeding shadows.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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