Aug 27, 2008 - 03:38 PM
my reasons to sin, unaccumulated facts and motives that seem to escape me on normal days but right now im red wine stained, blood too dark and dismal to come out with any bleach or offered speech and we will live like this again. do not be ashamed. you are you and we are we and this is this today tomorrow forever, fear not the craters of judgment you tumble against, they are pitfalls to distract the incessant eye from reality and skew our actual perception of self worth. i will sleep there among the stains and drain the cups of mahogany pain, relive the moments we all thought we could live without, told ourselves we could do without, yet secretly approach every night with the same old nostalgia the wanting and yearning we wished we could dispel years ago and we find ourselves alone writing messages on stolen stationary while he sleeps in the other room dreaming about a girl who is not you hiding scratches to keep themselves honest when lies are the currency we all rely on. you do this to yourself she screams! you are not me. guilt is my bedfellow remorse my dose of pills sanctuary the mix of drugs and definition. we hope it kills.