
| The Sickle Of Trust
Author: The Imposer does anyone else exist in a complete emotionless void
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 186 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-03-05 - id: 1798337
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Once again I wake
Once again I cross the great barrier of rest
I peel from my bed my lifeless flesh
And long for your caress
My eyes are blue
Reflective of my ever stagnant mood
The stale air filters through my damaged nasal cavity
The carpet may aswell be razor blades
I wish they were
I'd stand up wrists first
Praying for justice
Redecorating my room the instant they burst
Are you getting the picture yet?
I feel tired and weak
Wrong!
I don't feel anything anymore
I sit and wait and watch the world
Conjuring all the emotion of a rock
Lifeless and dull
My heart feels like a glacier
If I was alive I'd freeze to death
The night draws in
I await the knight
He who will come and slay me with his carnal hatred
And the scavengers will feed off my rotting corpse
And you will watch
You will watch, you heartless bitch
Saying, look, look
I did that to him
Unconsciousness arrives late again
Whimpering away time, I envy the machine
Isolated and weak
Shattered and alone
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