supersonic
Bluelighter
oops the poem was called pain and clear not plain. silly me
These riddles I talk in seem to be hiding my frowns oh way to often, and I tire of it this time.
Its great to know that I can grin at the fact that I'm the only person who knows what I'm saying.
Maybe I speak a different language, well here, my tongue is forked for you now, do you understand me.
Do you hear the day in and out of pain, that you think is something I'm delivering to myself, something I can control?
Do you think that this suffering of the past that I recollect over and over is something I enjoy?
Do you think I like hurting you, like a masochist who burns the thing most beautiful because he needs to suffer?
I'm in pain, and all I'm doing is pushing away your carressing hands, goddamnit, to hell with such obscure deliveries, my lines are worn out anyway.
blurring of them always was my talent.
So freeing I wish I was, so directionless how I used to be, and I don't know if thats what I like anymore.
I'm losing my mind.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
[This message has been edited by supersonic (edited 15 November 2000).]
These riddles I talk in seem to be hiding my frowns oh way to often, and I tire of it this time.
Its great to know that I can grin at the fact that I'm the only person who knows what I'm saying.
Maybe I speak a different language, well here, my tongue is forked for you now, do you understand me.
Do you hear the day in and out of pain, that you think is something I'm delivering to myself, something I can control?
Do you think that this suffering of the past that I recollect over and over is something I enjoy?
Do you think I like hurting you, like a masochist who burns the thing most beautiful because he needs to suffer?
I'm in pain, and all I'm doing is pushing away your carressing hands, goddamnit, to hell with such obscure deliveries, my lines are worn out anyway.
blurring of them always was my talent.
So freeing I wish I was, so directionless how I used to be, and I don't know if thats what I like anymore.
I'm losing my mind.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
[This message has been edited by supersonic (edited 15 November 2000).]
