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Kevin
That time of darkness That time of death Death sings a sad song Tonight A song of longing I could just sit at your grave and chain smoke, would that put an end to this? Dead grass parched by the July sun Whispering at my knees As I sit there Indian style not even the sound of a car going by a bird rarely chirping under that white yellow silent sun I am going on with my life But for awhile I felt doomed Doomed to be you and me Everyone wonders how I manage Well, so do I If only my life could take on epic proportions But, no, life is boring At least I know what it is that I cannot bear And the hope is that I will then avoid it It�s hard to believe that none of it was my fault I will lose my last friend because of my words I am too tired to hate or love or feel other strong emotions I just want to sit at your new grave and chain smoke Killing myself slowly to be near you I must remember that it�s not you buried there They call it remains. What remains? There are so many unanswered questions, Bottles of wine and Smashing Pumpkins CDs What couldn�t you bear about life? Is it the same thing that I can�t bear? I refuse to believe I am stronger than you. Maybe just not as sick. I am full of a blackness black as my lungs Invisible but killing me nevertheless And I have never been so alone As I was when you took your life
3:58 a.m. - 2005-05-21
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