You always were pretty sad; face buried in your journal in hopes that someone would find you mysterious, and interesting, and would want to approach you; to talk to you. You thought that you mattered enough for people to actually give a **** about you. You were so innocent and naive then. You had dreams, fantasies, urges to talk to girls, make friends, but you never did. You were too afraid of rejection. That's when I was in my infancy. I was feeding off of everything you did or didn't do. You're so lucky to have found me

There was a time before all of this, though. There was a time before me, and before you made a drastic change. Something died inside you. I saw it happen. It was ***** and beaten and then left alone to die. I saw that last ounce of hope, convulsing in pain on the floor before me, drowning in its own blood. It looked up to me but there was nothing for me to do. So I left it there. I needed to watch something in you die.

I've been watching you for some time now, It just took you a while to notice me. I couldn't be the first to make a move, it was always up to you to find me. I remember when you first opened your eyes. They were clouded with tears and you were so fearful. You had only just seen the light for a brief moment and already wanted so badly to run away. But, I held you there. I held you so tightly and refused to let you run away from it like you had run away from so many things in your past. You were such a coward. I was going to change that.

It was warm and damp outside when you first noticed me. I had started to remind you of all of your flaws and even pointed out a few things you'd never noticed before. It was rather interesting, the way you reacted. You broke out in a cool sweat and you should have seen your face. Once you came to the realization that you're everything you never wanted to be, there was nothing left but for me to carry your *** the rest of the way. There was a lot of work to be done.

I woke up this morning possessed by a feeling
Like some quick fleeting memory, maybe words muttered long ago
I can't quite place it but it held me in that moment
The sunrise beating through, projected on the back wall
Shining into me and purifying me
I still can't shake this feeling that I've been right here before
That in the past this same sunrise filled me full of life
As the sun creeps above the tree tops I'm taken by the sense of nostalgia
My mind races through the past trying to locate the memory that reminds me of this moment
But too quickly my thoughts begin to fade
The sun has breached the border of the tree tops and the skyline, and so, has swept me from my daydream
Just like sand slipping through my fingers this feeling and these memories begin to fade away
I wish i could describe this feeling