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Author: An Insomniacs Rebellion
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst - Reviews: 2 - Published: 03-03-05 - Updated: 03-03-05 - id:1849423

I fall over to look below me

And the only thing I ever see

Are shallow puddles and dark roads

Cold wind that never ceases to blow

Blinding headlights and rolled up windows

I scream deep into the unknown

An empty chasm opens before me

Please let me be

I need to be free

I need to dream

These nightmares are all that I see

Intense pain is pounded into me

And all of my love

All of my trust

Everyone I need

Is ripped from my memory

Its cold, its dark

And it shattered my heart

I am surrounded by utter entropy

Complete chaos

And insanity

I hate everyone I love

And there's nothing I can do

I suddenly remember that it was I that killed you

A past that I didn't have

Forces its way into my mind

And I can't forget it this time

I was gone for mere seconds

But it felt like an eternity

A million tiny needles

Stabbing all over my body

I didn't feel the pain

I was numb

It all felt the same

They made me remember everything I did wrong

They made me remember the real reason she is gone

They made me weak

I no longer stood strong

My knees buckled

My soul crumbled

Stripped of everything that made it okay

Never again would it be day

I was roughly pulled back

But they tried to hold on

I felt them grab me

They created a bond

I WAS pulled back

I stand here before you

For the whole world to see

But not without them making a silent promise to me

"We'll find you again one day; you’ll see."

They left part of themselves inside

And to this day

No matter how hard I try

Its there

Its present

Something I cannot hide

You look at me and tell me I've changed

I'm not the same person I was yesterday

You have no idea what I have done

You have no idea what I've become

With each dream

I am reborn

Every rose

Has its thorns

Blinding

Tearing

Pounding

Cutting

These small drops

Are the only thing

That keeps me sane

So...here's to hoping that it rains.



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