there Is a pain I feel that cannot be  licked clean by fields of grass or pockets full of money
a Pain that i cannot glean from which way it was fathomed
'fore it strike me
'fore it disgrace my face with twists and hate and liquids
it does so without out grace, and lacking hesitation
but patience
it grows in me
it drinks me up
it tastes me slowly.
i'm Eaten by this pain each and every-wake
will it take for my own wake
for it to go away?

the foreigner has settled
deep within my bones
again, its always in my bones
my bones are somehow home
and seeping up every-while
its drinks upon my soul
like a ******* vampire
and ire grows
it grows right beside the sadness
when will it end?
when will I ever see myself again?
why is everyeone depressed?
why?
it isnt fair.

...and she,
she was the kind of girl,
who would take your heart and break it into ten thousand pieces,
just to have the pleasure,
of watching you bleed.

(e.k.j.)

Of course I'm alone.
But who isn't...
maybe if you tell me
I could join them in that paradoxical life.