skinned alive
the pang of loneliness always dawns on a least suspecting soul. unaware of it lurking around the corner, it pounces on your soul. first its a quite nibble, then it chews, but it stops short before feasting on it. instead, it takes a spear, a jagged one, and stabs you and the blade is turned. yet you dont die, because it does not hit your vital organ. but the pain becomes unbearable and that is when it strikes you, the pang of loneliness is engulfing your soul.
maybe it isnt a stab. maybe it is more of a - being skinned alive. you do not die but you live with the fear of death and the fire of pain. there is no place on your body that you could actually pinpoint the source of pain. it is just engulfing, too engulfing perhaps.
PS-i dont think i can utter enough 'i love you's to actually say how much i do.
maybe it isnt a stab. maybe it is more of a - being skinned alive. you do not die but you live with the fear of death and the fire of pain. there is no place on your body that you could actually pinpoint the source of pain. it is just engulfing, too engulfing perhaps.
PS-i dont think i can utter enough 'i love you's to actually say how much i do.
Finger Acrobatics Performed
On Wednesday, July 19, 2006 at 12:50 am.
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