I have absolutely nothing to say.
That is the probably the scariest reality I have
ever faced.
Everything's cold, and everything stings.
And I feel so alone.
Is it possible for this to be as bad as it seems?
I am tired of floating in the static.
So I slide out of focus.
And I'll walk till I can't understand the
words around me.
And you'll never see me again.
You'll say I'm sorry, come home.
And I'll say you blew it, I'm already gone.
I'm the ember in the flames.
You're the wind at my back, you just don't know it.
So lets call this night a draw.
I'll be jaded and you'll be bedridden.
Maybe we can meet up in the end.
But I doubt it.