smellycat

there are no more secrets anymore
2004-06-13 18:43:51 (UTC)

my own stuff 12

journal feb 21 2003

seeds fall on barron soil, his memory binds tighter. my
hands are grasping harder around my neck. im struggling for
control. you don't have a clue what is consuming me. this
game you, we play, its tiresome. im beginning to believe
that there is no finish line.
all i want is for this anguish to cease. i need to be
relieved.
i looked, in you once, for the answers.
i thought i found in you the breath of life giving oxygen i
needed so desperately.

i was wrong. i entered you and the doors slammed shut. you
trapped me, never to leave your dark - empty chamber.
i am gasping desperately for breath.

i am still asking this one question, i am asking you why.
why have you chosen me, of all blind rogues in the world to
keep hostage, prisoner, in your twisted world? i have
nothing to offer you.

you've held me long enough to prove this fact true.

im nearly dead.
now all i ask, is to let me out into the night, to live the
last horrid moments of my life in the cold cleansing rain.





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