the noises, by Acerbated Subscribe to rss feed for Acerbated

inside
outside
and all around
they talk to me
they want me
to self inflict
the pain
the slicing
through flesh
and bone
until
there is none left
to cut through
but those voices
are overcome
but another
the voice
of a friend
one single friend
not knowing about
those other voices
yet defeating then
none the less
until they are slayed
dead 
demised
deceased
Posted: 2007-05-16 03:30:25 UTC

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