Misfit

Broken bleeding fingers
Clawing at a dream
Turned macabre in the moonlight
drowned by the screams.
I’m empty and I’m absent
I’m glowing but I fade
I pretend that I am distant
as you steal my life away.
I wish I’d never trusted you
with all the things that I held dear.
I’m in solitude. I’m in hiding.
I’m pining for your remorse but there is none.
I’m searching so far into you for some shred of shame
But there’s this sick resounding pride inside
as you’re calling out my name.
Maybe you know that I’m not even there
I’m somewhere deep down behind.
Happy fucking holidays
Ho ho fucking ho
I don’t exist. I’m not real.
Kassi Thomsen © 2003

=*K

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~ by Kд§$ị (ИovΔ) on 12/24/2003.

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