I sit here,
I think,
I laugh.

About these humans,
These mortal time warps,
That laugh at me.
They believe I am strange,
Unknowing amongst my while.

And I laugh.

Due to their stupidity,
For their inability to think,
Beyond their firewall.

A thousand deaths,
For a thousand laughs.
A thousand cries,
For a thousand wants.
Innumerable reconcilable differences,
Between them.

And I watch the sky’s,
For the putrid acid,
To tear at my flesh,
Eat at my skin,
And pierce my eyes.

Make me deaf,
Dumb,
Blind,
To all those who stand before me.

So I know not what they think,
Speak,
Or see.

I am woman,
I am man,
I am child.

All they want to be.
Jealous,
Of the flesh pounding in my chest,
That they cannot have,
That they cannot know
That they cannot understand.

A puppet, dancing on strings?
Controlled by whom?
Controlled by me,
Only me,
Only you.

The God's above shower me with devotion,
For I alone understand,
The end of this death,
Is life.

Life with knowing,
Life with ignorant bliss,
Of what not is to come.

I am alone in this endeavor.
It's taunting me with its fleshy tongue,
Burning me,
Leaving scars,
That puss and bleed.

Suck me dry,
Bleed my soul,
Carry my flesh to my tomb,
And bury me alive.

Cut my strings,
And leave me.

11/09/2002

Posted on 11/10/2002
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