| not_alive | ||
| factory reject |
dead. I'm feeling sure that you've gone and left this world, leaving me behind to wonder where you went. Dammit. Why couldn't you tell me if/when you died? Dammit. What happens to all these unfilled promises? Dammit! Will I never get to hold you? Will I never reach up to feel your cool skin brush against mine? Will I never cry because you have wounded my spirit with harsh words? No... I shall only ever cry now, because there were no words. Oh, love! You have left me desolate and alone, wounded with an arrow called love, and infected by a thing called fear. I fear that you live no more. Please God, don't take him from me... If he goes, all that is worth something in this miserable life goes with him. |
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