Thursday, October 15, 2009


Everything dimmed except for the spotlight upon your figure as you walked away. I spy with my rear view mirror, you were exhaling cigarette fumes, walking morosely until I saw pitch black. I thrust my gear, and drove. I went straight, and somehow I know things are different now. I have no light to guide me, I am lost. I'm driving nowhere. You are just a state of mind, you were not real, I tell myself. But, who was I to kid. I jammed the brakes and stopped the car. There and then, I broke down. This was fake. I was used. You were ....

Oh, how my sweet hopes are fucked.
Your love is just Lust.
Wise words are Bull.

Thanks, Stranger.

I think I've lost my faith somewhere along my pointless drive.

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