By it dosent matter
Date: 5 October 2000
feelings???
rushing open sound of wind
silence of the plain unbroken
heart beat feels a pounded
nails through veins of glass
bobbed wire slowly strokes
nerves of blazing fire
eyes that cannot cry
stream dry dust instead
anger roles from horizon
fear steals limbs of strength
passion blinds mind to thought
hurt fills heart with dread
lost so in the open
no path to lead away
stomping stamping kicking
fighting screaming cursing
then a high pitched broken laugh
her last words to me were
why cant you ever feel?
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