Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Troubled Spawn

For the moment, it feels like I've forgotten how to cry.
I'm lacking in any emotion, except exhaustion,
And that's more of a feeling than an emotion.

I'm too damn careless for this.
I'm too damn restless to wonder.
I'm too damn cold to feel anything but
The freeze that I emit.

I'm a hermit.
I seldom let anyone in,
But I want out.

September 18, 2006

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Troubled Spawn

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