Posted by August (208.161.103.136) on October 21, 2000 at 11:35:39:
Sometimes it feels like the beast, or whatever it is, is trying to reach new heights of creative pain. I wrote this after days of 10's. Days of them are still ahead of me. I'm trying.
Orchestrated torture
performs inside my head
peaks of screaming terror
lows of crying dread.
Strumming through it's
symphony,
plucking out it's pain
distorting fugues of agony
that climbs and dives...
and then...
fades into a softness
of suicidal whispers.