Monday, November 15, 2004
picture perfect.
and im in this dream,
where everything was fine, it seems.
and im so afraid of waking,
but i guess ur juz not for taking.
im in a tunnel,
hurt, lost, left out in the dark,
kicked and feel like ive been pushed arnd.
alone.
i dont see the light at the end of the tunnel.
and i hear the train coming.
see its lights against the walls.
its over.
all is lost.
dont mourn over my death;
celebrate my life.
iloveyou.
etched at 1:37 AM