Life
Life itself is just an image
We ourselves are just figures lost in space
If dreams were meant to be real
Then nightmares would stop haunting me
If love was meant to pass through every body
Then my skin wouldn't peel and rot away
We are all just another star in the sky
that god can hang us by
We are nothing to the world, to society
We are nothing at all, to each other
Written December 10, 2002
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