Entry one: Asphyxiated
Alone in a room of the house at night. The dark figure at the desk, with a candle as a source of light. Sounds of tired sighs and a pen being used on journal. All thoughts flowing from mind to the pages of the hard cover journal.
I'm asphyxiated when I with or without you.
Drowning by the thick tension that surrounds us both.
As well you suck the life out of me.
We both contradict each other.
Rather it will be in likes, dislikes, anything really.
We both are on the opposite sides of each other.
I'm running out of time.
But a last statement that is always left unsaid during our fights.
"How did it ever come to this?"
But what I would never let you do, nor would you let me is
To bury it
To smother it
To even murder it.
What we have, that is.
Why would we?
It's the only constant in both our life's.
I know time is running out for me.
But what I truly know is that you will be the death of me sooner or later in our lives.
But I see I do the same with you.
I have always wanted freedom.
But I am bound and restricted.
You put some kind of spell on me.
I always try to and want to give you up.
But I am addicted to only you it seems.
My time is running out.
Just because we don't want to break this fixation.
A fixation that has been created so long ago.
You have always some sort of sixth sense.
A sense to know what is always wrong with me.
You have sense that I am running out.
What am I running out on?
You would never know.
My lips are sealed.
I know you will not figure out until it's too late.
The question in mind seems to be on replay.
"How did it ever came to this?"
We both can not help screaming out at each other.
We both squeeze the life out of each other.
But I do wonder if your time is running out as well.
~ by Shadow Country