Tone of dialing
cold and empty
another night, another connection
Lost in mind, spirit forgotten
Passified, forgoten
Busy signals to enternity
Even you
Words on the screen, input
Meaningless
Too cold, too
alone.
Take me home, someone
please, take me home
But home is a forgotten path
No one bothers to remember,
Why should I?

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All night long, and I don't even know
why?
Needing a voice to hold onto
Someone to stop me, slap me
Hit me, punch me, kick me,
Kill me.
Do it for me, make it easy
Death, all around me
Cold, white grounds in the eyes of children
Thoughts of December, and darker
February
iMPRoPeR CaPiTaLiZaTioN
InSoc. he called it
Hell, his, now mine.
Forgotten nights
of looking
Searching high, and lower than you
Loosing it, emotional strength draining
Perhaps, another call?