people think you do. but you don't.
Acrostica, you and your door-changing learn another way to survive than off of human weakness, love of you isn�t all it�s cracked up to be. I�ve seen slowness wage war on the human soul in days even before you were the bloodsucker of human love. You leave them dry. But you, with your nice skin and your nice hair and your nice face, you say good things and people think you mean it people think you do. But you don�t. So they fall. I�ve watched it happen a hundred times good people broken like fly-wings and turned inside out inside you you break the water across your back you make doormats of heroes. You make doormats of heroes. And I�m tired, so tired and tried to turn you back around this is how you happen: make them ready for breaking then let loose a gust of wind that blows them down. A hundred pieces of once amazing scattered over cliffs and across doorways. please stop you. You�re the void we fear.
2004-10-22 | 11:16 a.m.
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