You talk of feeling pain, of feelings. What is it to feel when the gaping hole in my chest grows bigger, fraying at the edges as the black poison drips, clinging and spreading but only ever seeming to infect me? Each breath I take is just another mouthful of disease and continual plague...... I no longer feel, I pretend to feel,
laughing when I want to cry, as the blackened blood seeps slowly from my body. I Am empty, a drained vessel crashing vulnerable on the open violent unmerciful seas, there is no hope except from one shining star whose heart is as black as coal, shallow as the water on a ducks back. But I still seek comfort; seek comfort in rejection, in the black confines of my tormented mind......
Sex appeal isn't the same anymore...plunge with me... you can cry in the rain as i watch helplessly, i feel nothing as the black poison has already been drained, but i will stand beside you faithful an true as the rain washes the purity from our skins leaving us divided and confused.
