Monday, August 1

not anymore.
good morning world. i hate the way i woke up to.
could i get back to sleep and wake up again?
its nothing else i know.
ite just me against myself. its just something so wierd.
i cant recognise it. its just a feeling i get.
i get frightened too. just like how everyone does.
no time to run and cry.
Please ease my burden,
And I still remember.
A memory and I weep,
In my broken sleep.
The scars they cut so deep.
::
Appear; draped in terror,
to the comfort of your kin,
Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in...