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by the
insipid
incandescence
of these
little candles
that light the
darkness
of my
corners
i am strangely
comforted
and by the
voices
silently creaming
in my brain
i am left
with the
regret
that follows
words unspoken.
by the
dancing
smoke of
soothing
insence
my mind is
lost
to thoughts
of things
that are
that were
and are yet to come
and by the
music
that fills my
already
crowded head
my soul
slips into
uncertany.
who am i?
and where
do i belong?
have i made
the right
desicions?
am i what
i say i am
or am i that
misunderstood?
by the lonely
light of
these little
candles
i think and
re-think
and muse
without end
and what have i become?
sex has
become
my mask
my therapy
my sweet
release.
i have become
"a slut
without
apologies*"
and i am
what i say
i am.
...no mercy...
...no regret...







*"slut without apologies" copyright 2003 ~bast~