There was a connection I mourn with Joy over its existance and now the distance requires suspicion of re-examination Because the inspiration I felt Wasnt the fleeting kind.
How many of you are there? You selfish "Im the only one in the world that matters" people? There shouldnt be more than one, and if there is more than one, I shouldnt be subject to the whim of more than just one. That should be the quota that once it is filled you never have to experience another again...You just have to deal with that one...fuck
Today is black leaving no light to see the end cant reach the walls to start searching a direction unattainable My eyes open seem closed cant tell if sleep is on me or not tears are the only keeper of time dreary ticking, trickling down filling the palm of my hand panic is a point beyond the energy to reach, stolen by naked glances and empty