03 March 2009

hunger

I seem to have lost my inspiration.

I miss Anahi, but I doubt she notices.

I wish I could sit here, and genuinely smile.

I love life, but, a lot is missing.


goodnight.






each night i am haunted with nightmares
i'm afraid to fall asleep.
each night my fears come to life, and haunt me.
each night, i see her stare down my soul, and devour each and every piece of me.
each night i live a completely unfulfilled, worthless life.
each night it starts over again.
each wall in my dream is coated in red.
each hall is long and seemingly endless.

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