Tuesday, May 15, 2007

how can emptiness be so fulfilling?

how can a scream be so silent?

how can i break free?

(fuck these hormones)


the silent scream fills my chest. it suffocates me.


i feel deaf.


i am the image of a horrible hollywooodian cliche.

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this is one of those moments of sheer irony. my name. Really...

...

the sunshine has been limited to my birth register.
(exit this world. enter the next.)

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