Take it in,
oh so slowly;
sharper objects
conscieness.

Bring it in,
oh so painfully;
but your pleasure
rides on this.

Sit at home,
needle at hand;
what are you
waiting for?

Life kills,
death's the plan;
and you're just
asking for more.

Light fades,
night comes in;
you are your
own subject.

Push in,
close your eyes;
no more time
to object.

Skin's cool,
looking grey;
feel life's
last kiss.

Life kills,
now you see;
as you see
eternal bliss.

05/28/2002

Posted on 05/28/2002
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