Horror
intoxication /
[i'm not really here] don't tell me--
it's not your absence that i fear, it's my loneliness,
that hollow overpowering
entity
that takes over the self
entirely ;
my eyes are dripping out slowly, like a faucet turned
almostbutnot all the way off. drip.
.drip
(blindness = sanity) clarity, set me free!!
,too bad,
from the flesh the soul will still see. /
bodies were
discovered
turned inside
out. /
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2007
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