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By spiritwic Date: 2005 Sep 15 Comment on this Work [[2005.09.15.21.41.15798]] |
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depression can kill if not treated before the final cut. the curtain goes up and i'm playing to an empty house. no one cared enough to come and see the show. but they must! this is where i tell the truth; shielded by bright lights i can't see the looks of pity and confusion. i cut i bleed i laugh i scream and through it all i feel nothing the epitome of a black hole. i take it all in and it disappears i have nothing to give back so i make it up. love, happiness, sorrow, pain, i've read them all and made them my own. but nothing is mine it's all a farce. the curtain drops, a rush of heavy crimson and my life flows from a body that no one will miss. 5/22/04 |