this lingers like a flower
just trying to nourish
forget what i loved
won't it let me be
i need to exist in the
empty
sex slaves and doll trade
i would win
it was me
i don't remember so clearly
blurry images of legs and furry places
in red, blue some green too
in jail we were kept
like prisoners
but we knew
it was good
to you
so good to me and you
in a room in the house we together outgrew
or just me suffocated by your frenzy
thwarted retarded unrecognizable
to the naked eye
unless someone else knew
lost and confused
engine blowing a fuse
here in a sad state of sorrow
of fear and disgust
mirror image and lust
in a room in the house we together outgrew
or just me suffocated by your frenzy
thwarted retarded unrecognizable
to the naked eye
you ask why i'm so angry
does it show
living a life about someone else
making little
in the shadows in the shadows
creeping around looking for just a little light
and when it would shine
frowns and laughter
jealousy and envy
petty
in a room in the house we together outgrew
or just me suffocated by your frenzy
thwarted retarded unrecognizable
to the naked eye
waste of time a waste of space
playing to win someone else's race
insult me once, i wince with a sign
insult me twice,
a third time
anger in memory will follow forever
envy and forgiveness are not in my dowry
Monday, July 03, 2006
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