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    Monday, December 20, 2004

    For The Past That's Haunting

    I turn. You stare.
    I see right through you. You pierce my skin.
    I get lost for a while...until the music fades.
    I shake my head, I rub my eyes.
    I turn my head and look away.
    It ain't no longer as beautiful a sight as it was,
    There are no rhymes,
    It makes no sense.
    Coz what you are and what I am now
    Are nightmares of monsters
    Nystagmus and Vertigo.
    I may be dumb, you may be too.
    We played each other...we were fools.
    Feelings, we treated like scratches of paper.
    You crumpled me, I threw you away.
    You turn your back, I ran after you.
    I stabbed your back...You made me bleed.
    The more I whip you, the more I'm hurting.
    We're pleased to see each other's tears,
    Each other's miseries.
    You rip off the pages, I drop the jar.
    Ruins before our eyes.
    Tears flow. Blood flow. Lymph...Sera...
    Dehydrated. No more.
    Let's leave it at that. Let's leave it in ruins.
    Don't come my way no more
    So we won't be pretending.
    We're not okay. We aren't kids.
    You know I hate you. I know you have moved on.
    I gave me away and I'm dying to live again.


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