I think the point is'I've stopped caring, I've stopped listening, I've stopped wearing this mask but I've never stopped lying. I sit here and listen to their whines, to their cries that never seem to end and I block out all emotion, I block out my pain. It circles in but just as soon, circles out. I'm living in my dragging eternity, looking at their faces and standing still wondering, am I here for one silent emotion or am I here gagged and bound in torturous rage, forgotten not forgiven in one long, endless haze?
February 23, 2009