littlegremlin
I never seemed to be amused anymore, at night alone with my thoughts. It escapes me however try I hard to grasp it. Instead I grow morose, melancholy, melodramatic, as it were.
It was painted like a song. Dripping languidly to the ground to spread through out the earth. It sang of harmony in a thousand colors and danced naked through the cement walls to touch the hearts of everyone who saw.
Black and white. It was always there, a constant reminder of the past. A constant omen that we were never quite safe. Reminding us why we hid, who we hid from. What we were covering up. If I could die without putting one on again I'd be happy. But that can never be.
Say goodbye to your pain.
We've entered an age
They'll look back and say
They forgot how to pay
for the mistakes that they made
Take one every day
Say goodbye to your pain
The pill takes it away
This crushing sort of feeling came over me when I heard. Like it was me who'd died and not her. I had no idea she was so bad..... I never could have imagined. I thought she knew we loved her. So many people loved her, but she left. Like we were nothing to her, she left.
It had been so long. Waiting, wondering. Hoping this would end. Praying to god they would come back. Stuck in this room, cold, dark, and worried. I had a fucking essay to write and needed that goddamn light bulb. Shit where are they? They left a month ago...