Jun 12, 2008 21:54
Corruption...mind unsteady. A crack, and I fall below.
The music that was ever there, is now a step away
I cannot explain what my thoughts are now.
Physical? Mental? I just want to be alone.
I should have known that. I should have known that I wanted to be alone.
I always force the chance to say what I feel, to express, to give what I am.
Now. I remain with me and only me. Inside, I am alone. And, my mind is still.
Now...with no song.
poetry,
writing