It is always dark here, I stand here alone with the lights turned off, reaching for the existence that I want on my fingertips. I hear the voices through the darkness calling out to me. Strange…. I feel my whole body grow cold. It is always dark here, in this room of perpetual fate. The all so loud bustle of the world outside barely touches the noise in my head. My thoughts are like a scar I keep rubbing, a reminder of things that shouldn't be forgotten. Breathing cuts me from the inside out. It is always dark here, where dream and nightmare become part of a living world. My sighs reach out among wailing voices waiting for the touch of a lover who will never be. It is always dark here even with the sun in my eyes, I see the hidden lies drying tears that have yet to touch my cheeks. ind. and priv. highly selective multi-muses rp blog. penned by judas.
