lørdag den 5. juni 2010

Ninth Hell

It hurts. It hurts, deep inside. It hurts, it rips and burns where you cannot just sew it up or extinguish the anguish. It's horrible, like being eaten from the inside out. Like being wronged in everything you say.
I'm losing my mind here. It's just slipping away between my fingers, like sand in hay or water in a cloth. Some of it might stick around, but not for the whole ride. It's just flowing away, like a lost child or forgotten memory.
It fucking hurts, this hurts! Why don't you ever stop? This hell is so hot it's freezing!

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