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Re: nothing

I know nothing
   like I know
   the taste of pain
I feel nothing
   like I feel
   the scent of loneliness

If this is my life,
   it is my nightmare
If this were my death,
   it would be my dream
And somewhere in between,
   is where I cry

This memory has been corrosive
   --erosive
These thoughts have been degrading
   --unforgiving
This form has been repulsive
   --offensive

I know everything
   like I know
   the agony of fate
I know everything
   like I know
   the delusion of hope

And this is my life
   --my death
And this is my decay
   --my delusion
And somewhere in between
   is where I fade