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05 May 2017 @ 12:29 am
rape is a pre-existing condition  
the song i am not singing
the song i do not sing
but that is stuck in my head
like a shard of glass
that wounds me again
and again and again
with its memory, cutting into me
every time i remember

i do not sing this song
this song is inflicted upon me.
i do not live this song
i am being killed by it slowly

but that’s okay
that’s why we’re here
that’s why we’re here
we are all here to be killed
by life

the meaning of life
is to use life up

echo it back on ourselves
echo it back and hear

what did not come from my understanding
what has nothing to do with me
what consummates other people’s affections
other people’s afflictions
some weirdo’s stopgap solution
to navigating the void

they’re really going somewhere
but it’s not where i’m going
at least that’s what i tell myself
when i’m pretending
it has nothing to do with me

where is this going?
tell me: where is this going?
and how could it possibly go any more wrong?

no, don’t answer that.
please don’t answer that.
i know it could be worse
you don’t have to prove it.
music: eduard artemiev - stalker 1
Mikenightwitch on May 9th, 2017 06:59 am (UTC)

Pain beautifully expressed.