I'm sorryI'm sorry.
Sorry for what I did.
I don't know why I did it, but I did. Sorry.
Sorry for saying what I said. So sorry.
Sorry for my opinion. I know it's wrong.
Blame me for what happened. It's my fault.
It's ok. I'm sorry.
Sorry for being wrong. I know you're right.
You always are, I know it.
Don't worry, you haven't hurt me.
I know I'm rude, insensitive, thoughtless.
I'm sorry. Thanks for telling me.
I'm sorry. I don't know what there is left to be sorry about.
But I'm still sorry.
Don't worry about hurting my feelings.
There are none left to hurt.
You've taken them all away. They are gone.
I don't care.
I don't care about hurting you.
It doesn't affect me. On elittle bit.
I am no longer shy as I once was.
I hate you.
That is one feeling, at least, that you couldn't take from me.
It feels good in the emptiness.
It is time to be bland. Time for the truth, undisguised by peaceful wor
An Awakening The room is lit by white lights, and their humming fills the ears. The bare, white walls reflect the light, making the room bright enough to pain the eyes. There are no windows. The door blends perfectly into the wall. It would be invisible were there not the shadow cast by its handle, unnaturally dark in the stark whiteness of everything else. Perfect contrast. The only other things that break the monotony in the vast room are a table and two chairs, standing dwarfed by the white in the center of the room. Again, the tired eyes can only see their shadows. How long has it been this room? Hours, probably. The white floods the yes and leaves them blank. Blessed unconciousnous?
The awakening. Or had there even been sleep? Memory does not tell. Everything is as it was. White. Time flows by like a river, but ike a river, it is hard to tell how much flows. At least without the right instruments.
Can't you just..?Can't you just get off my back?
There's nothing I've done wrong.
But still you jailors are on my track,
And me? I'm running along,
ever hunted, ever haunted,
hollow face thin and gaunt,
Can't you just get off my back?
Can't you ust leave me alone?
I beg and beg again,
Why do you pick me to stone,
and wish to cause me pain?
Always wrong, always dumb,
There's nowhere left to run.
Can't you just leave me alone?
Can't you pick on someone else,
And not always on me?
Go over there, where others dwell,
Who are like you, you see?
Never have hope, never have time,
Each of my words is another mine.
Can't you pick on someone else?
Can't you just piss off and die?
It's getting worse and worse,
To you I may just be small fry,
But the hate is here and it hurts.
So get off my back, leave me alone,
Or soon it may be I,
Who pisses off and dies.
ThoughtsMy thoughts overtake themselves and thus
Come crashing down in a thundering mess,
bright colours, woven by chance,
spinning lights turn and dance,
in a hall, ever fuller, gathering more
guests; as thoughts grow fast,
and die slow, lit up by the moon,
as stars shine, and clouds weave,
and cover the sky,
but nonetheless the stars still shine,
while a rainbow glows,
lit by the sun, while the rain falls,
and then there is the wind that squalls,
for such is the power of the mind,
that does not care for borders and rules,
will it search, so will it find,
striding by the graveled shore,
'neath mountains high,
as the desert passes,
all at the same time.