Inferior to the faces hanging over me.
you choose to join them, i remain unaccepted.
so what's left for us...paper mache conversations?
so what is left for us? back to the nothingness we started at.
i've devoted a world and you can't spare me pity.
your words have threaded this web of rejection.
i can only promise that i will unmask the faces hanging over me (the only thing i will ever be is a memory).