I could not help but want to tear my soul to shreds
To rid my mind of useless, unnecessary words
To clutter an otherwise cloudless night
When his eyes captured mine, they were vague and disappointed
I could see it before I tasted the sweets
The blackness is a cloak, it rubs away my conscience
The morning will haunt me for mirrors to come
Weak and self destructive
I didn't know I was dead
I didn't know I was...empty

09/22/2002

Posted on 09/22/2002
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