and so i drain

until i don't feel pain

and i cry

until tears no longer fall from my eyes

and i sit weeping in the dark cavities of the past

waiting for a future that will never come to pass

the ideals of my mind

were just fantasies, a waste of time

my heart is a waste of space

its ululations contaminate the air in this murky place

screams for a love it will never attain

and from my wrists, i let the past drain

as it drips down, i hear the echoes of lost memories as it splashes against the floor

the romance i had with this demon will taunt me no more


dreameyes dreameyes
18-21, F
Feb 15, 2010