Encased in myself again
How narcissistic of me
Just because breathing has become a chore
And my heart has ebbed from my vibrant soul
While I beg my memory for mercy
On my knees deluged in lamentation

And how can I stand inside me
When this world is crashing up above
Cursing and damning my existence to a watery grave
When food is laced in somebody's dreams
But never on the table

Permission to leave this body
So I imbibe what is needed to stop this self-destruction
And realize that an abundance of heated flesh
Burning through my skin
Is not needed for this rescue mission
Especially with so many bodies dead at my feet

02/19/2003

Posted on 02/20/2003
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