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Morning Reality checkMorning by ~summerlandx
with white walls and lace curtains.
I'm sinking through floor.


Bill? How quiet their recessed eyes seem,Bill? by ~summerlandx
vacant minds in a slurred speech.
Ancient blue memories
and lives I've since forgotten
like splattered bugs
across the walls.
I am tired, I am sick, I am longing.
Some escape that I can't find?
More like, can't reach.
Why ever I left myself alone
for his sake, I won't know.
Whyever my body refuses
my drugs, my parted lips,
I can't know.
Whyever I choose the path
that leads me along,
and then loses me,
I am sure.
I am against myself.
I like to
suffer.


Canis lupis July 10, 2004 Something is after my blood.Canis lupis July 10, 2004 by ~summerlandx
On the creature's nose are
cobwebs of lies I've weaved.
They're burning through
this night animal like napalm.
I'm falling on an opened
pair of scissors, writing a last note,
preserving my innocence
and an honest outerface
but for a few minutes longer.


"Such An End" Feb 22, 2004 Turn back now."Such An End" Feb 22, 2004 by ~summerlandx
All that belongs here are the threads
of disdained creatures;
a stair in disrepair
and fallen;
portraits which watch
but bite their tongues.
Third-floor window suicide
as your only escape.
Cold, Hard, Real
is your meeting with the ground,
but it is not a passing shadow,
as the ones that whisper insanities.
"Such an end."