Yes she screamed
I am my own me

he replied in whirled whispers
there is no such condition
originality

All is repitition
with humanity

in tears she cried out
I will hear you not
no one lives or died
that has this~my heart

he replies in a hiss
A heart what is this?
Oh silly sad girl
simply a commodity
a part in this world

if you should die
your heart they'll rip out
gently slip it in another
to beat it about

So what of my mind? she screamed
now quite scared
the devilish fiend had caught her unaware

A mind what is this?
A vault for your thought?
thoughts of countless others
a mind is easily bought

Finally she whispered
tell me of my soul

he replied with loud laughter
oh yes that's my goal.....

09/07/2005

Posted on 09/08/2005
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