Where is Nylorac?
posted by Nylorac on July 30th, 2008 at 11:56AM

Maybe she never existed.
Maybe she's dead
From all the things thought of her
That stuck in her head.
If we read all the histories
And get stuck in the past
We'll discover her head
Was stuck up her ass.
She got sick of people
and tired of life
She didn't even try not to share
All the pain and the strife
With everyone around her
Everything that could hear
Even inanimate objects
Because she was no longer clear
In her mind on the difference
Between who cares and who don't,
Who thinks and who doesn't
Who loves and who won't.
She drives herself crazy
Wishing she could just be
Ignorant and happy
But unfortunately,
She hears every whisper
Can see every truth
Can touch every texture
Silky and uncouth
Is made ill by her feelings
Is driven mad by her heart
Wanted only to be understood
For all that she 'art'.
But she knows it can't happen
Won't happen -
She tried.
She opened her heart
And found that it lied
About who to pay attention to
Who to trust with her thoughts
It teased her with all of the things
That she battled and fought.
But the heartache reminds her
Of what she should be -
Cold, cynical, uncaring,
Lonely -
Me.

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