But The Quest for Beauty is a Beast. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Softly Killing Me Rumours, they make me never want to go outside, to see the world, to talk to anyone, to allow myself a bit of happiness... None of that. I hate them. I want to set them straight, to make the true facts known, to rid myself of all they indicate. I want to burn my flesh. Cut my arm, let the blood ooze out, jump in the pool, and sink to the bottom. No one would find me. No one would check. Instead, I call upon the slow death that I have called on so many times before, and while I know it is wrong it is just what I know, and for some illogical reason that makes it right. I no longer want to see the sun, the sky, for it is all a rumour, it is God's biggest lie. I care so much what other people think and what they hear. Honestly, I have tried so hard to be good... but every bit of good I do is ultimately bad. And she sinks She sinks farther than ever before The icy water licks her body Gentle whipers, dark blue tears. Red, liquid, the one warmth to fill the pool, and the one to drain the body. 3:37 a.m. - 2003-09-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- |
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