with an echo I hear your voice in the silence I hear your screams reaching for you ... you are not there I'm alone and with that ... they feed. devouring heart and soul cowering in the corner syringe plunged deeply a warmth envelops me once again ... I'm free "just a taste" they tell me "just a nibble" "We only want a little" in my self imposed stupor I hike my skirt, bare my throat and in the echo of my silent screams I bid them ... feast GlassPoet © 1999
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			I knew exactly what I was in for, when I climbed up on that altar. As I stretched out ... prone, all I saw were dollar signs. And as you pulled back my head, I looked up and smiled into your eyes. All I saw were dollar signs. Trusting. Believing. And when the blade glistened in the reflective light When you brought it down to cut my throat All I saw were dollar signs. So ... here I am Fodder for your pyre. Someone else's excuse Someone else's fault Someone else fucked up And all I saw were dollar signs. God ... I miss my peon job! Where all I did was politely answer the phone Type on a keyboard And work my eight. Now ... Deadlines Termination's Paperwork Networking Staff Consulting Customer Service Paperwork And all I saw were dollar signs All I saw were dollars signs. And all I still see ... are dollar signs.
					GlassPoet  ~1999~