Somehow struggling to describe the feeling I have,
something of emptiness...
you say pain, I say hate,
and they understand nothing living in their phobias,
might as well be blind.
yet whose to say, I, former opiate of the masses,
could say that anything percieved is anything real...
anything... of true worth...
here I stood, misplaced in time...
I didn't belong,
it was one of the only things that I was absolutely sure of.
and all I...
all anyone could do, was live in the moment, for to think back to the past would envoke only loathing, and to wonder about the future would bring such fear. and that, my friend, would only arouse a sickening urge to take a bath with the toaster... but then there would be no need to undress.
I guess what I have to say is, being distant and cold can be very lonely.