Sunday, June 27, 2010
Another vision

A child awaits the arrival of his mother at a subway station.
Only to be greeted by the many people passing by each given second.
The dim green light is reflected onto his skin as he stands up.
He takes a peak around the station only to see that the long awaited arrival of his mother has gone terribly wrong. An officer walks up to the child, his eyes are dilated.
As the officer begins to speak the child blocks out all of the words pouring out into the station. He focuses on the single spoken words, "I'm sorry son, Your mother seems to have been in an accident." The child begins to see the lost memories of his mother flash before his eyes. He takes a step forward and weeps. His moans can be heard echoing throughout the station. He has nobody. Nobody to take care of him. Nobody to love him. He is all alone in this terrible world. The officers stares into the young child's eyes and whispers in his ear, "Everything is going to be ok." The blur of the passing people seems to become distant. The tears trickle down his cheek. For this child is alone.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
I brought you something close to me.

In my desperate search for love I seem to have lost my heart.
Shattered into pieces, it has been taken bit by bit by those who care to have it.
And I seem to have lost it in all this commotion.
I feel like a terrible terrible person.
Too many lost feelings and no regret.
If I could do it all over again I would do it just to feel something.
I just want to feel something.
I just want to be alive.
I am a drugged out piece of shit.
I have lost all that is inside of me.
I have lost myself in this medicine.
Where have I gone?
I just want to love somebody who loves me back.
If only we lived in a perfect world.
A world where everyone could find love.
I daydream everyday of what life could be like.
Or what could happen.
This is my escape from reality.
I just wish I could be normal like everybody else.
No more visions.
No more nonsense.
I feel like I have seen through the eyes of many others.
I feel like I have lived many lives.
And they are all broken.
I am broken.
I am a bastard.
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