To Yurena (12-2-2000) |
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Bitter, but without the sweet. I don't know what I feel. I don't know what to feel. I don't know how to feel. I stand on a tall white pillar. In the middle of a plain. Through the fog, I can see people far below. Some look happy. They smile, they talk, they laugh, they love. I watch - I only watch. |
It's not finished - not yet. When will my self-destruction be complete? Will they care? notice? lonely. Love - what use is it? Why do I long so much to give, to recieve? Will it stop the hunger - I slowly starve to death. Will it heal the wounds - my heart bleeds to death, beating feebly, weakening. I don't want to die today. Not yet - not this soon - lonely. |