Empty
By SecretSins
I stand in the lonely third isle of the store, ahead of me my future, behind me the door. Since I've walked through, I lost the key. Now my mistakes grow inside of me. The little box confirms what I already knew, I sit and cry, I know not what to do. I gather my courage and call him on the phone, my fears are done justice and I know I'm alone. I can really only think of one thing, my decision is jaded by the pain it will bring. Laying naked on the icy cold table, how black is my heart that I am able, to do things I swore I wouldn't, and the things I know I shouldn't? In the distance my mothers crying I hear, I never remember having so much fear. Now the violent act is done, the murderous evil has finally won. I have to try to live each day, and know eventually I'll pay. The crimes I've committed are worse then I could think, and I'm reminded of them constantly by tiny babies in pink. Now empty I sit, I finally burn under the fire I've lit. Written November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 01:34 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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