Rendition of my life.

by Phantasmagoria   May 7, 2007


I come from prosthetic faces
and mannequin hands.
I was the baby in the abortion crib,
the reckless abandon.
I am the aesthesia of imperfection,
the underlying decay.
I will be the realization --
the embrace,
and the fear --
the anti-nihilist is finally here.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Farukh

    WOW your peace of writing has touched my heart...great work....keep it up....

  • 17 years ago

    by amanda flood

    Wow i dont know what to say, that was incredablie really, a lot of emotion is so mean little words well done you, keep it up

  • 17 years ago

    by Finalgravedigger

    Wow very interesting i loved the format and words 5/5 maybe u can read one of mine.

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