Burn me,
Burn my body,
Beyond the core of my being.
Fill me with the sweetness of light
and let me taste what it really means to be alive.
Sweet as can be
and just as sickening.
Make my world explode in pain.
Let it rage in me until I cant breath,
let it take me until Im nothing.
Tell it I welcome the hate
because for just one moment
its feeling something
other than the numbness
of being in skin.
Lightning find me,
thunder blind me.
This is all that I am.
All that I can be.
Just the dream of existence,
I wish,
every minute,
had never come to me.
Storm season.
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Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on December 28, 2002
Sad, and intense and much deeper than the prior offering. You pain is evident. But do you really mean this? No light, no hope?
I feel so sorry for you. Is sympathy what you search for. Bill Murray
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I feel so sorry for you. Is sympathy what you search for. Bill Murray