Its a dark, cold windy Sunday morning, can't sleep, my mind keeps going in circles. I think maybe if I do this and then think no maybe if I do something else, then things will be right. Then my mind thinks no maybe I should just stop and go back to being what I used to be, the cold reality seeps into my heart, then I think to myself its not worth all this worrying and trying to find traces of something called love that never was. Then I think why am I still awake and hunting answers that don't exsist in the middle of the night. Sometimes things seem so clear and I can reach out touching the edges of the future. Then all hell turns loose and the future dims and I see only the pain of the past. I can feel the heat of the hate that surrounded me for years, feel the burn of the leather hitting my body, feel the hands that hit me and hear the voice that screamed words of rage and hate. Thats when I pray for you to die, thats when I wonder why God lets monsters like you exsist. If I was granted one wish, I would ask for all that are like you to draw thier last breath and be sent to to rot for eternity in hell. I ask myself why do monsters live while angels cry. I wish I knew the answer. Only reality I see is that you will not touch the angel and hurt her as you did me, on my eternal soul I promise you this.
 Data_3rr0r · Sun Dec 02, 2007 @ 01:27pm · 0 Comments |
