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Monday, August 8, 2005


new halucinations poem
Seeing Things
From the poem series HALUCINATIONS

There it is again...
the endless dripping of blood...
flowing from my open wounds...
No one else seems to see them...
or the blood that flows so freely from my veins...
they all tell me that nothing is wrong with me...
But they're wrong...
something is wrong with me...
very, very wrong...
I'll show them all...
they'll beleive me when I'm dead and gone.....
but it doesn't hurt, the dripping that is...
not at all...
in fact, I feel nothing...
almost hollow inside...

maybe they're right...
maybe I'm not bleeding...
maybe I don't have these cuts, bruises, and scars that I see on myself...
maybe I'm not bleeding...
maybe this blood that I see is nothing more than a mere dream...

maybe I'm just seeing things again...
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