nothing to do but hang onto what little sanity i have left.. wait. do i have any? 0.o
im not so certain but i do know that im tired of this game. its 12:16 and im not sleepy yet.. so im waiting until that time where i can lay down, close my eyes and soon drift off. not worry about this and that.. just go... away. theres too much going on right now to relax and too little to.. sew. maybe the doctor will call tomorrow. im losing my grip and have no-one to vent to. this is madness, what im doing and what i have done. i dont think i can take much more of it. the fireworks were duds, the words fall onto the ground and the night brings demons out to play. living in a fantasy world. but dark and withdrawn. let the demons loose, let the demons loose! a voice in the back of my head. better lock tight the cage and run away before this wickedness takes control and PITCH BLACK is all i remember. or maybe in small blocks. i have hatred burning up inside. like hells furnace kept here, waiting for the opportune moment. but the clock is soooo god damn slow and the people and the voices and the tv radio waves static running through my brain. whats this pulsing through my veins? cold. like a stone. no not me. waiting for years and years but you point your finger at all those around. spinning like a top. tornado senses. =[ god, its all falling apart. |
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