Altered_Soul9
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 31, 2003
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Change.
Floods every inch of my existence.
Leaves no room for love or hate.
It transforms my emotions into puddles of belligerent actions.
I transfix my imagination into a hateful penance.
I've traipsed my mind millions of times
In search of my spiritual death.
All I have fond is this...modification of my former self.
It grows and dies daily.
I'm drained and jaded, but these indulging changes have no end.
They attack at will and rape frequently.
The Change has exhumed my pain
it has exorcised my demons only to bring back the lesser forms of the undead.
I have seen Hell.
It seems not of any place.
The Change, the modifiers, the undoings seem comfortable here.
I plummet from my unworthy position.
The fall has made Change avow its purpose.
Its inclination in my life is...
is...
WHAT?
Floods every inch of my existence.
Leaves no room for love or hate.
It transforms my emotions into puddles of belligerent actions.
I transfix my imagination into a hateful penance.
I've traipsed my mind millions of times
In search of my spiritual death.
All I have fond is this...modification of my former self.
It grows and dies daily.
I'm drained and jaded, but these indulging changes have no end.
They attack at will and rape frequently.
The Change has exhumed my pain
it has exorcised my demons only to bring back the lesser forms of the undead.
I have seen Hell.
It seems not of any place.
The Change, the modifiers, the undoings seem comfortable here.
I plummet from my unworthy position.
The fall has made Change avow its purpose.
Its inclination in my life is...
is...
WHAT?
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