If only it were that simple..
well its starting to be.
I forget when words were only words.
I need another soul to feed on. One life just isnt
enough anymore.
"Well, I came to this conclusion. The sex
wasnt mind-blowing, and neither was his personality. I decided that I didn't need him enough
to keep him around."
I weary of these little
games. I am the flame. I can't get burned. Im wholy understated. Dont
wear my heart on your sleeve like some patch on a high school jacket, some conversation piece while
you get high with your friends.
I dreamed that the world was falling down and we sat
on my porch and watched the sky crumble above us. You didnt comfort me. Oh, how I want you to know
me. Oh, how I wish that I was anyone but me at this very moment. The sky melted into the sea. You
couldnt save me. You were not as strong as I thought you were.
Please pass the bottle. It is 2:31 in the morning.
I think I am lonely. The light shone down on the broken glass on the
pavement. I kept this box of broken dreams. I pulled it out to suck on them. To see if there was
still some life in them. See if that life could revive me. The hurt set in. I didnt feel anything.
I dont sleep that well. There is never silence. But
I always hated the sound of silence. Just give me the bottle. Give me some direction, some purpose while you are it. I think
that I just caved in.
Just tap your feet. Drown in your thoughts. Ive seen
a lot of good things die. Just let me have the bottle. I am lonely now.
