For some reason this stuff is pouring out of me tonight. I cant sleep. And it's there so i'll let it flow. This is actully intended to be song lyrics to some heavy music. But i've never noticed much of a difference between poetry and song lyrics.


I've just gotten up
and i'm falling back down
trampled underfoot
dont mind
You take, nothing left
Look up
down, around
at the ground
dont... look... at me!

No!
pain!
All those years of struggling!
broken souls!
crippling!
smashed to dust!
Splintering!

Your Sick skin
salty sex swet, burns my eyes!
Dulled by your power, over me!
so for entertainment do these crying eyes
make you rise
I...can't speak
Can't scream!

I look!
Are you my god!
I'm child filth!
i see my fear!

my hart!
broken!, cracked!
covered in frost!
Blue and black!

Smashed to the ground
Living inside, where i go to hide
praying threw busted lips
seaching threw burning eye
your lies have poisoned me!
My agony!

Jamie,

You sum it up pretty well. The line about the poisoning lies especially moved me. That was one of the worst stages for me - realizing that everything he had been telling me was lies. As you say, "My agony".

Keep talking about it and letting the feelings out. The more they come out, the less harm they can do to you. I really do believe that.

Much love,
Larry