[2:01 p.m.] : [2003-07-07]
| Only twenty-one years and seems like I�ve just begun to understand my intimate is no one.When the director sold the show, who bought its last rights? They cut the cast, the music, and the lights. This is my line. This is eternal. How did I ever end up here? Discarnate. Preternatural. My prayers to disappear, ungranted in dead time left me disowned, absent of grace, marked as infernal. To this nature, so unnatural. I remain alone. twenty-one years end.Still speaking in those tongues. Such revelations while understood by no one. When the new actor stole the show, who questioned his grace? Please clear the house of illacquired taste. Give me something. Give me something. Give me something real. I lay strewn across the floor, can�t solve this puzzle. Everyday another small piece can�t be found. I lay strewn across the floor pieced up in sorrow. The pieces are lost, these pieces don�t fit. Pieced together incomplete and empty. |
