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Clown of Misery (Ode) by nocturnalism

This hatred breeding in my mind Nothing escapes the eternal conscience eye Which way can I run when every door is locked? How do I get away from these never ending thoughts? Consumed by rampant fatal infection! Nowhere to turn, it fuels the self-implosion You cannot change me! No you will not control me! Go on living on your knees Your manipulating words, your artificial smiles I've left all your lies in a burning pile My will is stronger than yours will ever be You rotting clown of misery!

nocturnalism 24-Feb-03/11:01 PM
The infection is really only partly metaphoric. Because its a virus of the mind. its what happens when you get attacked by a suckubus otherwise know as x-girlfriend.




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