Tuesday, October 20, 2009

"Dying for sleep my agony peaks.." [ 10 | 20 | 2009 ]

Dying for sleep, my agony peaks at 102.3.

A quiet part of my heart knows comfort and life without dark. But my mind is crawling for the light and I scream for my voice back. The walls cave in a bit more. It’s weird to think about death, but at this point, it can’t be far away, and that particular door seems easy after three weeks of misery.

I’m waiting for the room to stop spinning, and nine to one, she is winning.

This night won’t end and every word I read hits that deepest part; behind the heart and inside the soul. I do not know why .. feelings like that, but this story is getting old. And it’s hard not to compare, but when the scar is re-opened, it’s kind of hard to care.

I’m always coming down from I love you and sad goodbyes. And I will probably be misinterpreted again, but it’s nice to be remembered for things besides leaving.

I tried so hard to be kind, but departure spawns lies every time. And even if my voice comes back some day, there will be nothing left to say. I counted up, went all in, and came out broke. But having nothing never felt so good. I get the feeling she is just misdirected and time will heal all things. Yet I also get the feeling she's gaining control. And will come out stronger in the end.

I’m quiet and I won’t say a word.

Because even though I’m not there, I will always care.

I'm quiet and I won't say a word.

- Michael Stephen

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