it's over and done.
me and him.
i didn't cry that night. not a single tear runs on my face.
i felt emptiness. part of me was dead. deadman can't cry.
and i guess i start to like this feeling. i like being dead.
he was just a memory now.
i have had my own nightmare. I have tasted my funeral.
someday, some other time, ...will be loved again.
Nov 24, 2007
i have tasted my own funural today
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3 lullabies from others:
im sorry to hear that dear...
*hugs*
it's good to being "dead" and to feel "death" sometimes, wi =)
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