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I bleed and bite back
Ripping the skin to shreds
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"
|| 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 ] |