I feel your grasp around my neck, again.
What should I do, I can't shake you off.
Your cold fingers press against the back of my eyes.
I'm tired, so tired, I just want to sleep.
Get out, I want you to get out!
I'm not going to beg you, that's revolting, you're revolting.
It's what you make me, what you mold me into.
That's what frightens me the most, the pallid, the formless.
You're the monster that destroyed me.
I'm rebuilding, so just get the fuck out.
When I'm done, I'll never see you again.
You just wont be able to find me.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
You make me small, you make me shit.
Stop, stop, stop strangling me, stop.
I'm afraid that if I look myself in the eye, I'll see you.
I'm just afraid that I'll give up, and let your hands crush me.
Let me go.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
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