Don't Call Me, Don't Touch Me, Just Leave Me To My Fucking Mess - October 16th, 2000
hating that emptiness inside
screaming for it to go away
fill my void
with another empty promise
trying to smile against the winds
blowing sharp ice into my skin
looking for a future in the glass
all I find is a haunting past
reaching through
clouds covering the land
cradle my severed hand
transparent phone calls
ringing in my dreams
isolated atop the mountains
heart as stone, love alone
ignorance crammed in cement cage
gaping grins fuel my rage
plagued abuse
pulling on my chain
close my eyes, fall into the drain
desperate to restrict this violent spur
quietly destructive
smash, annihilate
fists pounding into my chest
cuts salted in my flesh
realities constantly shifting
moods never consistant
strangling in my tree of knowledge
spitting blood in every direction
I do not care
