it's my dying breathe
and I haven't got long
soon I will wake up
and feel no more
why do I bother
my words won't reach you
never reach anyone

and I'm still down
typing the lines
that can detail my thoughts
in parallel binds
that hold me in deep
that bore to the beat
of my scraping heart
sounds so familiar
something you've felt, and
something you know

feelings that run loose
steal their way into pages
which bear my mind
which bare my skin
daring you to hurt me
daring you to care
or hurt me
hurt me




Writen on 15-09-2002