Your words
They are filled with emptiness
Emptiness.

Your words
Those beautiful pieces of your soul
Used to mean everything to me
Everything.

Your words
Strong enough to put me back together
Yet tear me down again
Again.

And again.

Your words
They mean nothing to me
Nothing.

*Anymore...

There is a road
That I'm walking along.
A winding, curving road.

Where does it lead to, you ask?
Well, I am yet to find out.

And as I journey through this long road, or so called "life",
I am surrounded by a crowd of unknown faces.

Strangers.

And suddenly, I feel alone.
Suddenly, the warm daylight turns into a cold darkness
Suddenly, my feet start moving quicker
And I'm running, running.

But where do I go?

The faces...
They are monsters.

*Just like me.

It was incomprehensible, the way he looked at me
Like a stranger.
An exhanged glance with someone you've never known before.
But he knew me...
And I sure as hell knew him.
I knew the sparkle that appeared in his eyes when he talked about his passions,
And the smell of his breath, hot on my face.
The way the world looked so much more beautiful standing right next to him
His arm placed gently around my shoulders,
The simplest touch; yet it was enough to send an electric shock right through me.
I knew the softness in his voice when he was tired,
And the pain that was brought with our goodbyes.
Yes, I knew him.
But now, all I know is that cold, emotionless look on his face
The look of a person who has simply forgotten.
Forgotten me...
**Forgotten us.

I see you.
I feel you.
I understand you.
I hear your silent question:
Who am I?
I have no answer for you, yet I have a million answers.
I am the nightmares that wake you up in the dead of night,
yet I am the lullabies that sing you to sleep.
I am the cold breeze on a hot summer day,
yet I am the fire in your hands as you touch ice.
I am the most powerful type of love you could imagine,
yet I am full of a hatred so potent it could ****.
I am your best friend and I am your worst enemy.
I am the bittersweet taste of nostalgia creeping up your spine
and slithering into your black heart.
I am life, yet I am death.
I am nothing, yet I am everything.
But who, may I ask, are you?