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[kalima23]

The beauty of yesterday is that it never has to answer to tomorrow
instead, it promises the demise of sorrow
and will stand proud as I fall and watch this madhouse give me sanctuary in this asylum.
I will stand in the middle of this room mesmerized by the candles on the edges of the walls wishing
for the light to be gone wishing for the sleep that will give me the rest to rejuvenate this temporary loss of sanity
and I will find comfort in the laugh of the brilliant madman who cannot provoke emotion to flow forth.
and you.
you.
you are gone from me like the joy that once enraptured me
gone like the warmth that once fueled the fire of this passion.

This chill has penetrated the depth of my bones and my blood curdles with the shrieks around me.
I
cannot
find
the exit.
Exits were once numbered and easy to distinguish.
Exits once had entrances for when I
changed my mind.
Honestly I dishonestly change my mind whenever I feel the need
I don't think my mind has a clue what my soul or body needs...
Right now I need to leave
this cold sanctuary of apathy that you have left me in.
Right now I need to believe
that somewhere something or someone exists
solely for me.
Right now... I need the door.
I think I will head down the hallway of damaged goods and find the door to an
alternate reality
where people get
personality makeovers
with lobotomy knives.