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I bleed and bite back Ripping the skin to shreds Wincing and fading to black. I numb out: not alive, not dead. It's self inflicted torture, I know for sure. But after a while, pain isn't pain anymore. |
Hey, sorry it took me so long to get back to you. I see why you said we are 'kindered spirits'. I like how you quickly jumped to "fading to black"- it's a good image of passing out. Yes, we are definitely kindered spirits.| Posted on 2006-07-26 00:00:00 | by deafeningsilenc | [ Reply to This ] | Cool it looks like that you are speaking about a zombie. The last two lines contain a very good paradox | "It's self inflicted torture, I know for sure. But after a while, pain isn't pain anymore." You also have a nice metaphor in "and fading to black" Medhat | Posted on 2006-07-01 00:00:00 | by Duke Medhat | [ Reply to This ] | Sounds kind of like a droplet of blood, maybe produced from the pain of ones day....yet as time went on, it hit the ground, and found an end... | | Posted on 2006-07-01 00:00:00 | by Vibrant | [ Reply to This ] | |