Again And Again.

Nother hotel room, another girl, another warm, pleasing mouth. I stand at a window, staring through the dirty glass at flashing lights that won't allow me to sleep. I suck on a stolen cigarette, just for something to do, and it makes me feel sick and dizzy, but at least I feel something. The girl on the bed is naked. She lied about her name, she lied about who she is. I saw her tuck a wedding ring into her pocket.

I'm always moving, never still. A cold, wet highway, a stranger with bad breath and empty eyes. I want... Something, I don't know what it is. I keep running and but the past is always behind me, breathing in my ear, whispering my name. Asking for my soul and offering eternal life.
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Mar 2, 2010