the nights are the worst

the nights are the worst.
it all begins with a slow creeping of words at the back of my mind.
sitting there patiently hoping that one day it all goes away, but I know it won’t.
at least not anytime soon.
this feeling of fading, disappearing, never returning again, it seems so distant.
a memory that I cannot obtain, even though you are there, leading me on, pushing me towards this path filled with unknown consequences.
using me for your selfish needs, being wound up like a toy.
you’re letting me run through a field filled with bombs, itching at the surface of what is really happening.
so close, yet so far away from life’s real truth.

the nights are the worst

oyemiamor

Joined November 2009

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