Shadows creep over my skin
Like the empty touch of a lovers hand.
Slowly sliding, moving barely noticed
And yet felt.
One by one people disappear.
Left is the dark spot, the cold
Black hole where they stood.
The silence screams,
And bleeds my heart.
Four, three, two
Almost gone.
How long until none?
Quietly waiting for the last to leave.
Knowing, and yet knowing it cannot be prevented.
And yet hoping it won't happen...
What does one do alone?
I will cry.
Spotlighted on a lone stage.
Dread.
History always repeats itself.
And yet this time
There's nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide
And yet no music to face.
Where do I go?
Sit in Limbo, uncollected, forgotten trash.
Words written on my hand:
fat, ugly, stupid, ***** **** stubborn, mean, hateful,
jealous, ******* ***** hysterical, loser, selfish.
The ugly side of me.
I can't hide from it longer,
Because with no one here, there's just me.
Oct 25, 2011
Oct 25, 2011 at 7:09 PM UTC
Shadows creep over my skin
Like the empty touch of a lovers hand.
Slowly sliding, moving barely noticed
And yet felt.
One by one people disappear.
Left is the dark spot, the cold
Black hole where they stood.
The silence screams,
And bleeds my heart.
Four, three, two
Almost gone.
How long until none?
Quietly waiting for the last to leave.
Knowing, and yet knowing it cannot be prevented.
And yet hoping it won't happen...
What does one do alone?
I will cry.
Spotlighted on a lone stage.
Dread.
History always repeats itself.
And yet this time
There's nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide
And yet no music to face.
Where do I go?
Sit in Limbo, uncollected, forgotten trash.
Words written on my hand:
fat, ugly, stupid, ***** **** stubborn, mean, hateful,
jealous, ******* ***** hysterical, loser, selfish.
The ugly side of me.
I can't hide from it longer,
Because with no one here, there's just me.
2008
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