Monday, July 9, 2012


Feels like the past. Broken heart, Mr. Jones and solitary confinement. Bye, baby. I've never made sense of anything I write. Maybe that's the way I like it. The sky is falling...and....I think you're content with that. It's not your fault. It's mine. What will be will be and so it goes. I can no longer explain. I felt something I haven't felt in God knows how long. Heh. Is it strategy? I don't know. Trust issues have scarred me, so I tend to suspect everyone. Appreciate that. Tainted. I see what you mean. I love her. And fate dangles above my head. I can't do this anymore. Something died. But I'm doing it for you. Maybe I'm doing it for H.E.R. I don't know. I'm Darkness. Remember these sentences? Remember what black and white felt like? None greater. I should have wrote this sooner. I've become a void. The Dark Knight. How fitting.

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