sleepyskin's Diaryland Diary

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ferocity of fear

tonight is no different than
any other, really.
except tonight my bed is my own and
tonight you invite yourself into it like
you've always belonged.
through breath through tears through
last years memories you come
to me, spilling all your dirty, human secrets.
through breath and through winter you
continue on in my mind as if
the seasons never came or went
as if you never moved hundreds of miles
away just to be rid of my flesh just
to have new flesh to kill me
with distance, with the ferocity of fear.

this is what has become of me, this
who takes pills to sleep who
takes pills to breath who
takes pills to make you go,
just to make you go away.

1:00 AM - February 10, 2004

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