smashed against the wall
and broken to a million pieces,
a little girl ready for her fall,
like if she could do it right.
machine child and dead kisses
and its almost tonight.
maybe if the life she couldnt live
would steam into the air
into a bulk of unfelt feelings,
and that virtuous knight in her
was banned from her hollow land.
living in a paradox, low and below,
felt she couldnt feel at all.
slowly fading into her death,
never knowing how deep the hole can get.




13/04/2002