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4/04-Lumps of flesh
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1996-2003 4-27-04
6:55 am
Get them off of me.
These lumps of flesh.
Useless, feelingless waste of tissues.
Diseased and damaged like the rest.
They hurt and moan and groan.
Overstretched pecs.
Useless hunks of flesh.
Like a big ugly creature.
I just want to brush them off.
Stop the torment.
Of looking at a stranger in the mirror.
Who am I?
What am I?
Leslie Jr. is about the best I can come up with.
All I know is I want the useless hunks of flesh gone.
I want to wake up and know who is looking back at me.
