August 3, 2005
I am contaminated by whats been done to me.
August 4, 2005
If only I could peel away the putrid flesh engrossing my body; bleed out the poison. Beauty blossoms deep within only to be lost among fear. The walls have collapsed leaving the path destroyed.
August 5, 2005
Where does love go when it has gone? Perhaps it was never there. There is no way to go back now.
August 6, 2005
Pain always finds a way of seeping out. Maybe if people were asking I wouldn’t feel like sharing the secret so badly. I would say “don’t you feel bad now for not noticing?”
August 7, 2005
If only I could collapse inside myself.