By distant moon
Date: 18 April 2001
Cotton Wrapped, No Fingertips
i can't help but feel somewhat responsible for what has happened to me
but PSYCHOlogically
i'm supposed to have some sort of malice towards the rest of the world
"it's your fault..." is what i should be saying
i dreamed about her the other day
it was painful to see her hate me as she did
in the same stream of unconscious, subconsciousness
i dreamed of old relatives
loved and unloved
females
dressed in satin and lace
waking from an incestual dream is like
crawling through a spider web
that agonizing feeling that some of it
is still clinging to you
you are a simple minded prey
the spider will eat you
and you will nourish the spider with your blood
but first
you must be wrapped
on goes the straight jacket
wrapped up nice and tightly
the spider has you captured
i still feel somewhat responsible for my demise
i wondered, briefly, if I cut myself quickly enough...will I bleed blue?
small things such as the capitalization of certain words
at only specific time frames can have a profound effect on the meanings
and the pace at which something is read
"it's your fault..."
no doubts in mind
no regrets
just insanity
some say you drove me to there... i disagree
insanity drove me to you
even pincushions don't have more needles
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