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The Sickle Of Trust
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The Imposer PM
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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