Just a short text influenced by my current feelings and emotions.


Moi non plus.

I feel weird.


Night's light is encircling me, eating me whole and I'm lost and maybe asleep but conscious all the same and I lose reality in a slipping view of my life. This is what I feel; this is what I see; this is what I hear. Numb the senses, and maybe I'll be fine. Otherwise, I'm a goner.

Words are hollow. They echo in and out, piercing your ears with such languid motions.

I hate your plastic tongue. It doesn't fool me. Keep it chained to the back of your throat and I might like you more. You, yes you. I'm talking about you. I'm nice, but only for now. My insides are sick. Karma will come, and luck will leave you naked. I will do nothing.




Words by Kerra Dolarhyde
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Written on 2007-10-12 at 23:10

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