Apr 20, 2005 20:49
Get out-
You're not welcome anymore.
You haunt me in my dreams.
A spell you cast through your embrace
is deathly wonderful. It kills slowly,
but it seems more like the devil's utopia-
the best and most lonesome feeling in the
world. I want, I crave. I wish to touch;
I wish to touch but no longer feel.
I wish to touch, but not feel the
everlasting parade of drums in my chest,
when i hear your voice, my head is
screaming with serenity-an agonizing serenity.
I just want the innocence of companionship.
Lose this love, I want that love.
The other kind.
Silence the screams and cease
this neverending parade.
You're not welcome anymore-
Get out-
Please.
so i wrote that...in math the other day haha. kind of about someone, and kind of because i had a lot of things i needed to get out--and let myself go. anyway, tell me what you think?