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Posted by muffled on September 5, 2006, at 23:26:47
Torture me with nothing
Nothing I can see
Grains
Little tiny grains of sand
Grains of truth
Rubbing against my skin
Abrading
And hurting
So much nothing
Twisting my guts
Confusing me
Making head noise
As everyone fights
And noone is heard
Tortured by nothing
But the torment ferments
Inside
Searing my soul with acid
Burning my skin.
For no reason
Nonsense
Idiocy
To stupid to live
Too dumb to die
Torture me with nothing
Nothing I can see
So I make it seen
So I know
I can see it
Over and over
I can see it
I can feel it
I can watch it
And someone can stitch it
And make it whole
And its all about nothing
Nothing I can see
Posted by Alexus on September 7, 2006, at 1:42:46
In reply to Nothing I can see, posted by muffled on September 5, 2006, at 23:26:47
(((((muffled)))))
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