the feal of your favorite, warm freshly washed blanket wrapped around you on a cold winter morning
the nerve enticing fealing of the one who turns you on holding you close while lying in bed, bare skin touching your whole body
the sharp sting of a fresh gash being asalted by the invasion of the juices while cuting a fresh tomato
the spine chilling, hair raising sensation of know that someone in the shadows is watching your every move
the cold drop of water hitting your neck when you leist exect it
the sting of a rose thorn as you cut it from life
.....
i walk out the door and shut it but i feel them watching me
i turn the knob again and slowly peek out the crack no light coming in or out but i feel them watching me
every where i go i feel the heavy stare of the shadows
stairing right into my cold lonely heart i wisper to them that i know but are they more lonely than ?
in days of old
when men where bold
befor condoms were
invented
they put their
socks upon their cocks
and thus birth was prevented
lol
drifting into the fog of my mind and the music stops
what h\the hell is about to happen
no breeze
no crickets
nothing
and suddenly im gone
to nothing
to nowherte
how is this possibe
how the fuck can NOTHING be possible?!
looking searching
is any one out there
i srceam, i shout, but not evan an eacho falls opon my cold damp ears!
so i stumble blindly through the lies and broken dreams only to trip again!
this climb is making me sick! i just want to fall but i do not want to roll around in the filth the others have left behind to cunfuse me,
but as i think i see somone
i fall,
wrong again!
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