The Consequence

Maybe it is me that is dead long cold never knowing all the while I was buried here thinking being alone with no emotion was the norm I look at you with the faded smile reflecting back as to mock that once I too knew that sensation of warmth and butterflies where my heart once was there is no white light waiting for those who have forsaken love there is no one there to help you climb aboard that ship which sails into eternity and never comes back

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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