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*VIVA VOCE.
06.26.03 @ 11:11 pm thoughts leak onto a page where diction has lost all meaning. i thought i found myself somewhere out there but cream-colored lies only stain what was once so pure. by this time the clock will be ticking louder than my screams [dont muffle the sound of time passing us by]. i've hummed this melody before: the song of bodies collapsing around a pool of sleep and what i'll never have. it's the annoying noise of death like a scratch on the record [why do we keep repeating these tragedies?]. come visit me in a year and marvel at the white-chalk outline of my body on the street. say not that it's ashame but admire the beauty of being a work of someone else's art. now clouds of mishapen chaos soar beneath my feet and i'll tell you.. the rigid sky never appreciated a thing. kill me again love because you know i've never had it so good. << >> SN–— M |