Tracers cross my path
Blinding lights stick in my vision
Even after I close my eyes
Sitting on the dirt floor
The music consumes my body
Drips of blood in sync with the beat
Blood dances off my fingertips
To moisten the parched ground
These drops are wasted
Save what I can with the tip of my tongue
Sweet
Sour
Cold
Bitter
All in one sensation
My blood has turned cold
Like the rest of the stone-hearted people
Yet I feel alone
So alone
Even in a desert I feel cold
Parched like the sand and the stone
A feeling of weakness
Makes me sigh
No one knows what I am feeling
Except for me, myself and I
I long to taste another human
Once again, smell their sex
But this is all shattered like the glass I look into
I look into the mirror to see a face
And for the first time in my life
I recognize the face is me

10/14/2008

Posted on 10/14/2008
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