Sunday, May 2, 2010
And so the night stills, the crimson still runs slowly across the black tiled floor, it’s time to go, it’s time to change. A new name, a new scene. The only evidence of this deed being in my own mind. A fortress in which no one may ever see. Stood in front of a mirror, broken, to match my soul, to match what you did to my heart. It’s time to begin again. To pick up the pieces of shattered glass and dreams smudged with tears and begin to rebuild again. Maybe a new outlet is what i need, a silent place to fill with screams so that they may echo back unto me so that at least one person may hear them.