Subject Hallucinogenic
DateCreated 1/8/2007 7:05:00 PM
PostedDate 1/8/2007 6:45:00 PM
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The past fills me with a hollow sickness
And it's heavy
And it weighs me down
But I'm speaking in nonsense
Not the same since
I told myself so

The words tend to follow
I can hear them, always with me
If I die alone
You'll know that I was married to my words
So like to a procession
Cans are klinking on the sidewalk
Words are klinking and the sidewalk tells me so

The fan is spinning
The room is spinning, mind is spinning with it all
This is all I see
This is all it means to me
The walls are haunting, shouting what I'll never be, (from many mouths with ugly teeth)
And I believe them
Since they told me so

My hands are bleeding
My fingers show me what I'll never be
But aren't they telling me?
These words I hear are