`````````````+++````````````````````+````````````````` `````````````+```+```````````````````+`````````````````` '''''''''''''+''''+''+++''''+++''''++++'''+++''''''''''''' ''''''''''''''+'++++''+''+''+'''+''+'''+''+'''+''''''''''''' '''''''''''''''+'''''+'''''++'+++'++'+++'++'+++'+''''''''''''' ||||||||||||||||+||||||+|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| |||||||||||||||||+||||||||||||||||||||||||anada.net||||||||||||||| ' ' ' anada "Torment" 23 jan ' ' 268 by Schoolboy 2001 ' ` ` ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` I was blind to my hatred. I was blind to my emotions. The world in which I had any understanding was shrinking, The people I spoke to were not hearing what I thought I was saying, Everyday my fists were reddened, as were my eyes, Everyday my brain felt like a cube in my throbbing head, Its sharp edges scraping my skull. I had taken leave of my senses, Everyday I had to get home before someone who could incarcerate me got in my way, Everyday I was knocking things out of people's hands and quite obviously scaring all observers. Everyday I arrived home and slammed the door shut, And everyday I immediately dropped to my knees. The time was rapidly approaching. |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| ' ' ` anada268 by Schoolboy (c) 2001 anada e'zine `