pluto,
this is not something to dwell on.
release your grip, atleast a little
bit. need some room to breathe, the
atmosphere's gone crazy. and he isn't
returning ever to see me. so i guess
that means no more watching him leaving's
and it's cool. i'm digging the perplex
moods you're wrapping me in but you're
about to turn me inside out. mockery
at best, pluto with these "what's all this
crying about"s, you're mad man. i'm
hanging on, in there, loving the feel
of being rocketed up only to come
screaming down, banshee, and now there's
the want of blood on skin, revenge you say
and it's eating me. not quite alive. not
quite yet. tricky little monster, swollen
soldier at best, pluto, disregard the last.
you know i love you still. and you know,
i always will.

01/11/2003

Posted on 01/11/2003
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