Light house

by Tatiana   Jun 15, 2006


The light of death is as dim as a lighthouse on a foggy day. it doesn't matter since my ship is sinking. since you left life hasn`t been the same. pinks,reds and oranges are all gray and black is perfect. the tears are flowing like waterfalls so much that i don`t realize my eyes are the source. my insecurities has formed a circle around me helping me dig the hole i will once lie in. you were that part of my life that makes good great and great spectacular. now good is bad and worse is life. i get mad when i awake because i`m living again. living without you should be a sin.i loved no one be for you and shall love no one after. my boat is now sinking let me drown!

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