Where are you now? Where do you sleep, breathe, live?
When do you think of the future? When do you think of what could happen?
What do you think of? What do you dream about?
Do you smile when you look at what's around you or do you cringe when you see all the disaster caused by your blood ridden hands?
Do you just walk away from pleas, screams and get it over with?
Do you cry at night remembering what made you like this in the first place?
I bet you don't.
I smile when I forget, for just one moment what you have caused to us.
I cry when I remember the things you said.
I dream when I need something to remember, or when I need something to overpower the pain.
A song is heard and I sing.
A poem is read and I listen.
A story is told and I dream.
A past is forgotten and I think.
A heart is hurt and I cry.
A hug is needed and I call out.
A kiss is begged for and I drink.
A memory is erased and I make a new one.
A call is sent and I help.
A need for you is given and I weep.
A smile, a hug, a love, is what I need, but I'm here without you and I have to accept that.
I just hope you can accept that you don't own me, thing is... I just hope I can remember it.
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Until Next Time,
Darkofthenight.