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[britterbug]

Nate, you probably shouldn't read this since you don't like depressing poems and stuff. Haha.

I'm addicted
To the darkness
To the sound of my own screaming
To the blood dripping from my arm

I've become an escapist
Dreaming of a seperate world
From the horrid one we live in

Like an evanescent drop of water
Slowly forming into a whisp of smoke
And disappearing forever
To a much higher place

Like a dying blade of grass
Only one of a billion others
You don't even take a second glance
Don't give it a thought

Like a solitary rose
In the midst of a stormy night
Fighting its way through
But dying in the end

I stare into the mirror
Every hour, every minute of my life
Watching time slowly pass
Wondering, "What's the point?"

Then I close my eyes
And once again enter my solitary world
And sit quietly
Beside my only friends
The dying grass
And the burgundy sky above

I dip my hand in the lake
And watch the water wrap between my fingers
Then waft away
Leaving me to die

Once again a solitary rose
A dying blade of grass
That invisible whisp of smoke
You don't take even a second
To notice its beauty

And then it's gone...