[today]Feb 22nd, 2007 5:11:14 am - Subscribe

I cannot speak -
my throat is cut.
time is short;
my days are numbered.

don't -
please don't -
force me back
into myself

I had nearly
I had very nearly escaped.

don't touch me;
I won't go.
I'll run!

I'll run,
I'll get away...

I cannot sing;
the river dreams
of skeletal birds
and twisted trees.

and the trap yawns -
I see my relfection
in its teeth,
waiting for myself.

waiting for me to come back,
to drag me in again.

I cannot scream -
my throat is cut.
relief is fleeting;
good days are numbered.

[I am]desperate >.<