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cause and cause of the effect caused by the cause

 

 

mumbling madness, meet my mouth

disused illusion, come to play

wandering free, wondering... 

 this whiteness of your eye

... it's leaking

 

 matter most what matters now

grains of gray incomplete

pounded into flesh

dry, heaving  breathless screams

... held tight... 

white knuckle-suprise

 

bring me my dreams

wrapped in flimsy paper

a tiny knot of old-style yarn

keeping sanity caged inside

where it is mostly safe to tread

 

gone, mighty wind

gone and forever-more

away, away away with thee

thy broken claw 

and twisted tongue

 

wherever might thy light shine now

 is it made to butn or just to scold

 

do you sleep when you dream?

 

as I compress my fase to the padding on my wall. I think I hear your voice

my screams always go in to the padding... never out

are you in there? are you... do you hear me as I hear you?

I can hear you scratch and pound the wall on the other side

on the other side... always on the other-side

 

... is it me or is it you on the other-side?

 

maybe you're in the right place and me... in the wall...

 

sadness strike like a mallet to the face

 

you always know it's coming

... always know exactly when and where

but you can never prepare

it always suprises you

... catches you off-guard

to break you, I guess...

to make you small and managable

... which is stupid because I'm always tiny and always calm and always in pain... so what can you do... I need my sledge... my mallet to the face...

to feel... any-damn-thing...

 

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Publicerad 2009-04-13 19:14



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