I became nameless
Heartless, soulless, musicless,
Which ever degree that
Wanted to wrap itself in my hair.
I know the secret of my women-self.
I know I am all parts evil, with no good.
I know the snake was my release
After a very long internal struggle.

And still I am not happy.

I do not care to wear that mask.
Butterflies lie and rainbows die.
And he still needs me.
So I will never be 10000000...% complete.

The clothes I wear and make up I adorn are false
He would not know my skin by the light of the moon
He still needs me.

And drums couldn't drown out my contempt for the wind.
She lied too much and I wanted too little.
Maybe if I was to melt into glass and be chipped away
By time, sun, falling stars, and hopeful prayers,
That would be proper compensation
For the unsatisfaction in my eyes.

And it would end if the moon could only blink.

01/12/2005

Author's Note: "Please don't flow this fast, you hold a little hum, I'll bottle sounds of me for you." -Mum
Honestly.

Posted on 01/13/2005
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