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seven heavens i have lifted my pain to uselessly i am overcome i am almost done passionless interest dying stillborn in my soul i am delirious i am dead serious injected brilliance shining on a dead and dusted shame i am overwrought i am all for naught i can press my face to glass till the glass fills my eyes but i am winding down i am lost and found rage is pointless now moreso than crippling ennui i am so lost i am so lost lift the finger at me because i am falling fast i am left to rot i am i am not one more time to draw this breath one more time to touch your face one more time to set it straight dropping down to the dying place © 2002, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |