Two steps back; front-
facing feet.

Feverishly insane and in-
sanely sweet.

Controlling everything but
losing control.

Consumption has yet to
take its toll.

You took my wrist and taught
me the knife.

Extracting pools of salt from
barren eyes of strife.

Make-up hides what I don't
like on the outside.

Choke and cry from in-
gestion of pride.

Drama queens in ripped-
up jeans.

No rhyming scheme,
so obscene.

God forgot to return
my calls.


Shattered glass when
alcohol falls.

Left alone, these books
are blank.

Scars on neck, vampire's
teeth sank.

Wash seventeen times,
remain unclean.

Disgusted at the lack of
decent hygiene.

Perfectly placed particles but
imperfect people.

Ashamed by the dirty carcass
of a dead beetle.

Hurting terribly, nothing
feels real.

An imbalance, misplaced chem-
icals, unable to feel.

02/23/2004

Author's Note: OCD stands for Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Posted on 02/24/2004
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