Lost in my mind, ringing away and out and screaming, lashing, get me
away from you.
I cant get away, no indeed, here I am grounded, and sometimes I think
you can see me and sometimes you cant.
Selective sight, and I wish youd select more for it.
I can see you. Even when youre not here. How pitiful am I?
Very.
Even if I kicked and screamed, would you scream too? Would you notice
me?
Care?
Flowing emotion, flying, fleeing. I want my blood running from me,
fleeing from me and I want the darkness and the silence and the
passivity that comes after the pain.
Stop me.
Poet. Poet.
Is that what I am?
Or is it what I think I am, hope I am, will never be.
Repetition.
Over.
Over and over, and this will never change.
Will it?
Can you make it?
Well how could you?
Youll never see it. Youre whats left for me to miss.
Empty.
Im empty, Im slipping, fading.
Soon Ill be gone.


Penned by my hand on the 4th of Lupar, in the year 327 AF.