For as long as I can remember
growing up, I wasn't alone
I have been holding Death's hand.

I never felt happiness or joy
never experienced love
nor did come close to sadness.

I've been completely hollow
no heart inside
everything about me has died.

Death's grip has tightened around me, won't let go.
I don't hurt, I don't rejoice...
I don't care.

June 23, 2003
 
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