 Self-Inflicted [04-30-02]This disease isself-inflicted, gnawing at my veins. Sweet ammonia sorted, sifted, branded me again. I am wanted, never needed; here I'm offering my humbled pride for warmth, a lullaby for suffering. Where, my dreamer, should we wander, lost upon these seas? Following the wicked current, windswept melodies, and other, softer strands of laughter, drifting to my ears. I'll wait, I'll bury my beration in these longer years + Back to Menu |