it'll always haunt me.
like my silhouette, shrouds my consciousness, against my will.
just as i want to give up, jailed and tortured in its darkness,
it'll disappear when light comes.
as if a game, i know it'll come back again.
unrelenting.
why do i have to keep thinking about it?
it's my mind, my will...
it was fun, it was great.
they all are but memories...
no one can comfort me, and no one will.
i am feeling alive, for they remind so.
posted by pearlewurly @ 6/15/2005 04:00:00 pm
