my own
Sunday, January 30, 2005
sense of fear surging thru me;
lots of illusions swallowing me;
isolation in the night; afraid
make me believe
i fear so much i couldnt fall asleep tonight
comparison lovers' contrasting
silent tears. hollow words.
promises no follow thru;
there's no gaping hole in the heart
nor any filled up.
no pricks or torns.
only a bed to call my own.
swear
Danced at 11:35 PM