I'm my own personal George W Bush
stripping me of my own ideals and
silently creeping into my dreams at night
to scare me
to tame me
to make me burn
I utterly fail at coming undone
or emtying my batteries
I need my own personal Tori Amos
to slap me
to strap me
to make me fall
but nothing ever comes and I'm alone,
lost without my words
the stream is dry and
I'm slowly dying of thirst...
5/13/2006
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