And Life Ceases
November 01, 1999
I cannot face this anymore.
I cannot take this anymore.
I have no friends.
I have no enemies.
I cannot cry.
My face is hot.
It hurts to breathe.
I am all alone again.
My brain is going to implode.
My heart is going to explode.
This is all of me by now.
My writings and my paintings.
Everybody loves me they say,
but nobody knows why.
They just know that once they did,
once long ago they had a reason,
but ask them now.
They will say because I am me
I’ll bet.
What the hell does that mean anyway?
Everybody is “me”.
We no longer exist,
but now we can only coexist.
We have then, in turn,
ceased our own lives.
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