Thursday, September 04, 2003



Filament
You burn me and you make me high.
The heat; radiant pain.
This drug, this bane.
Just keep turning me on while I decide if I want to last longer or die this way.
Smoke gets in my eyes but there are no tears to dry.
The walls shiver around me and through black spots I can see the outside,
only, I can hear nothing.
I thought long ago that we could make it.
But we forgot to fuse. Oops.

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