It's like time stops moving
in that instant, that moment when
you realize that tomorrow
no one person will look into
your eyes.
The rodents have started to
use little pieces of me towards
their own abuses. I'm part of
the cycle that begins and ends
underneath.
I appreciate the visits, but the
pain I'm causing, with just my
Name and Dates, doesn't really
mean anything anymore,
i can't feel.
I've noticed that you've grown
quite a bit and that your hair
is much longer than before,
it seems a warm place to be
I'm very cold.
The dirt is heavy ladden and minerals
have started to seep into my prison
these scavangers just another way
to ensure constant
regeneration....
I left you without word, without choice
without conscious, without goodbye...
And I burned for it...deep inside.
