I feel redundant surrounded by friends,
redundant in my own skin;
they have made me recoil from myself,
I feel unwanted in my body, just like an attached
plague. A pitiful burden.
My skin agitates me for there is forever
the black poison running thick within
my tainted veins.
Those I love have openly replaced me
for I no longer fit their pleasant illusion.
The perfectly painted ceramic mask has slipped
from my body smashing hard against
the cold stone floor shattering and ricocheting
sharply, returning to pierce my delicate flesh;
imprinting but another series of scars.
I turn a shadow left bodiless slipping gracefully
away from the pain. Silent and unacknowledged
I run. 'Denn Die Todtm Reite Schnell'.
Wild cries encourage me on further as my
sense's are awaken to the heavy oppressive
foreshadowing of thunder, clouds like shadows
of ghosts follow my movements....
but that is all behind me, through death I am free.
Oblivious to the constant pain.
