I feel your hand slip through my face.
I think you feel the pain in which I exist.
You grasp hold of it and try to pull it out,
But you just end up fucking me.
Can you see you are not helping?
I just want to be rid of the grasping
Clutching,
Demon in my head.
Is it right to kill?
Because I have nothing left.
May 20, 2001
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