f@c3 0f d3@|h

When all else fails and you can't survive the torment. Remember it was me that slit the throaght of your confidence. We laughed in the night, and it felt alright. Thank you for putting me in the face of death. The pleasure was all mine until you left. Now ate up by the hatred and suffering of this world. I can't see my own texture anymore and feel no remorse. I know now that fattigue has begun to set it's course. The hunger, the starvation, the contemplation. Whether or not suicide is the answer. Look at her she's dying from cancer. My mother lays awake in her hospital bed, striving for air. Tell me are you on the edge of your seat. Do you feel the tears of bitterness taste sweet? Look at her, you can't bare to see her like this. And once she's gone it's everything about her you'll miss. Switch the story around and what if this was you? Would be a laughing matter when you can't chew? When you can't swallow your own food? When you're always in the worst mood? I don't think you could stand to bare. The shit in which you are unaware. It kills it eats you like your food. You're his host the devils new tool. And when you kid about it don't you know you're the fool? When you can't see, when you can't breathe. When you can't even get up to take a pee. Then will you understand how much my mother meant to me? That's why I thank her for puting me in front of the f@c3 0f d3@|h. Because every last word came from every last breath. Dedicated to my mother Darlene Marie Henly-1961-1993 by:Josiah Alan Beerle Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 07:10 AM PST   20 • 0 • 1