the feeling is ice cold through my veins
like some distant memory of pain
yet not wholly the source of my discontent
nor is it something from which i will relent
i hear the night ... feel it to the core
yet these feelings i keep inside
	never one to bore
with sing song words i wax romantic
while inside my soul i feel so frantic
i want to run ... get away from it
but then that's not playing fair is it
i would not once taste the lips divine
nor part from something so sublime
i'm part gypsy to the center of my being
and yet not one to travel very far
	nor to be too revealing
of the terror i feel when i look in the mirror
and know that the nights are shorter
	then things become clearer
as i rip out a part of myself and bleed
to this world so horrid i want to scream
take back the night ... give me a chance
	perhaps fleeting
but let me have some feelings
[21:32] *** Spirits *** 22 Sep 99

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