Written in 1999

Writhing in waters whose depths are beyond the sorest of eyes

Wondering why while sinking deeper into a vacuum heart

Provoking those wounds newly decorated with bright hues

Opening desire's door and slamming it shut for Christ's sake

Dissecting paradise with the sharpest of tools just to make sure

Saturating the self with notions of choice while choice chooses you

Forcing the wheel of passion to grind to a halt

Rejecting destiny for breathing air into a withered fire

Destroying meaning with the language of fools

Dreaming of warmth while digging the coldest grave to bury it

If I am standing alone;

why am I not free?









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