'In an ever changing world of gender, who knows what I'm going to end up being. But in the end, I want to morph into something I'm comfortable with.

Tuesday, March 04, 2003  

And I've lived through all the flash-fire set off like lightning sparks
Yes they burn so brightly and oh they burn so hot
And these fantasies of all our love tearing at the ground
Wrapped up in the vortex of sweat and sex and sound

.

I'm holding my last breath
It's burning in my lungs
Clenching up my eyes
Bloodying up my tongue

For the words that might escape
Are ringing in my ears
Grinds me to a pulp
Grind me in the gears

My frozen spirit aches
I slip another day
Start to lose my grip
Find another way

I've given up my ghosts
Barely breathe your name
Offer up myself
Pray you'll do the same

For the love that might escape
Well that's the biggest fear
Grinds me to a pulp
Grinds me in the gears

muttered @ 7:50 PM.

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