i linger with revulsion...
Do I enter or move on?
-a huge wall obstacle-
no matter how often I look away
once my eyes return - it remains.

Enter.
The words are brilliant
such art, uniquely composed.

Yet every time I look upon her
[the word leaves a rancid taste in my mouth
even as I tongue it around
tainting every surface it touches]:
fake.

She is fake! A hideously wretched
creature, feeding off of torment
and pain!

For the style; for the look.
Yet in each new picture that
appears her eyes deceive
the shell.
A true "rebel" without
a cause. Or the scars
(for that matter)

maybe the ink and metal
make you feel more real
when attempting to convince your
reflection...
the only scars you truly shall wear!

(If your biggest pain is heartache
is that really such a horrible life?)











........I know you not.
Yet here I judge you...
is it jealousy? that
digs my claim. until blood
For a life so easy.
A voice so sweet.

Do I have validity
since the wounds I wear
are mostly self inflicted?

Ringing in my head swirls her
beautiful words,
"If I'm a danger to myself,
just think what I could do to you!" (otep)


Does treachery know an end?
How far til I reach that line?

...I apologize.