Wilted


				*Words From The Exit Wound* *Wilted*



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		WILTED (2nd Sept, 2002, 10:45 PM) The creek of dying bamboo Buds forsaken, never to flower Blackened eyes, rejecting tears Falling angel black, a darker hour. I wilted today. Killed all my feeling and disappeared Trembling, conversed with soft shadows And they mocked my absence. Gone so far - how much further? Wilting further to death. Closing in, hey look at the blood. Oh so dead. Wilted. They funeral me with wilted roses Just as red as, hey, that blood. But never so pale I'm paler And wilted.