Monday, November 16, 2009

insomnia

i walk along the road that leads to nowhere.

i only exist in nightmares.

i saw you devise this horrible fate, and no, you didn't care. you didn't bother to look at any of us. we have something to say. we say that there's got to be a reason for being. there's got to be one hidden somewhere in this black, faintly glowing like a dying star.

for what that is, we don't know.

where we wander, we hope no one else

will ever follow.

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