this poem. This will be the only ever cross posting, as I realize many people share in the same communities and cross postings become annoying on friend's view.
Tool is the best. in the world. no one. else. comes. close. to. them.
The inner scream.
I feel. Do I?
Time loses meaning. Everyday.
One day blends into the next,
One thought trailing only a tear.
Repeating. AnInfinite1 Loop.
Only my scream is heard.
And then Silence.
Or, had silence always been?
per.pe.tu.al, in..ner s-c-r-e-a-m.
copyright 2003 rob lyon
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