Like an abandoned playground, that's what I compare a lot of things to, because that's what life is to me. Something disheartening, that can give you the feeling of loneliness, a black and white picture of depression. The perfect place to be but are not allowed to go. No supervision to scrutinize what you do although you still ricochet off of your cage walls. And a night of silence amongst the screams would grant insomnia…or sleep. I'm not sure any more. It will either keep you awake, or lull you to dream as you know once again you are alive in some one else's world, not your own. Like a pool of blood seeping from under a locked door. Like white roses amongst dead briar patches. Like those red marks you placed on my pale skin…
And I tire of this ride, in this run down carnival park.
Stop the world, I want to get off.
3-14-03
2:28 AM
Dimi
And I tire of this ride, in this run down carnival park.
Stop the world, I want to get off.
3-14-03
2:28 AM
Dimi
