"Returning Sins"

10 days i've held my heart out. 10 mintues and i am shot down. Cold comfort i have none. just the coldness from his arms. Alast I am no longer useful to him. I was a pleasent voice, but now i am nothing.

I should have no sorrows. I'm sorry i shared my pain. Such burrens of mine are best left swallowed up. for i am nothing. the familiar chill of your shoulders and back, return to me. The spikes and frost both bring an air of familiarity.

My love has come home. My love...

My skin in burning. It hurts.

i have no one. i keep forgetting that.

Tormented, i am alone. There is no proof that i ever loved. All evidence stands against me because the trail wishes it so, gathered against me in blantant light.

I hate myself.

This pain.

There is no me.
  ¶ 6/26/2004 09:23:00 PM