In hollowed halls I roam until the dawn The minds and bodies are already done I walk across my mind and not the room Eaten by my thoughts of impending doom! But there is a dwindling light from afar It floats in my mind and falls in my heart
do you ever wonder if you find pleasure in your sadness? i ask myself many times if i do. in the moment it isn't pleasurable, but it's kept me company for so long. i wonder if i should call it a friend. a long distance lover coming home for the weekend, who will arrive soon with tickets of tears and promises of gloom. maybe that makes me a special *******, but at least i'm not lonely.