Andre2999
12-04-06, 05:44 PM
Unfulfilled dreams become potential nightmares as I sit in selfimposed exile.
Complacency seeps into my veins in the way a fine opiate is re-introduced into vessels of an addict.
Filling me with a hollow pleasure or thick seething hate.
The reflection shown in a mirror throws me into a silent rage, with the ideas of who I am and who I should be ,enthralled in a fight for my life.
But shamefully, I route for the familiar. Not through cheers or boistrous gestures, but with silence.
R.I.P.
Complacency seeps into my veins in the way a fine opiate is re-introduced into vessels of an addict.
Filling me with a hollow pleasure or thick seething hate.
The reflection shown in a mirror throws me into a silent rage, with the ideas of who I am and who I should be ,enthralled in a fight for my life.
But shamefully, I route for the familiar. Not through cheers or boistrous gestures, but with silence.
R.I.P.