you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me
back when i thought cliche's and abstract thoughts were good........ Reverie on His Birthday
12-2-02
this feeling of emptiness,
curses of loneliness in a
darkened hallway.
don't have space in my head
to hide in.
going insane is so easy,
like slipping under water,
cold pressure on my skull
gripping the skin of my neck
like a hangman's noose; fresh relief.
don't have room in my heart
to love someone else,
he is all that i want.
insanity has told me that much.
thoughts have no direction no purpose no rhythm
flying around in my head
like bats, teeth distended
sinking their fangs in my flesh,
ripping my heart to shreds.
now is not the time to tell me it'll be alright.
death is sweeter than this
ecstacy; freedom from this poison
just a heads-up: my next entry is going to be out-fucking-rageously long. i have missed a lot and i'm too tired to break it up into separate days. you have been warned.
<3
meg