Trading blood for ink,
Into torture I will sink...
Beneath the machine again.
I found this in my textbook, a messy scrawl, far more intersting than the passage beneath it about Involuntary Childlessness.
For a moment, I felt like someone in the world, someone who went to my school, was a real person.
A real person who would probably understand how I feel.
those are lyrics to a song called Beneat the Machine by a band called Sancity.
ReplyDeletenot sure if you thought to check that out already--but it's interesting