by Vic A. Fury

Created on: November 28, 2008

I know not of what you look.
Nor, the sound of your voice.
But I know you are out there.
I know you, like me, are waiting.

You're not quietsure if love really exists.
Is it myth or little more then legend?
Can it be found, or does it find you?
And once you do manage to stumble across it...
Will it be worth it?

Do you long,for the disease, as I do?
An addiction,you can never get enough of.

Something so mind blowing, all you wanna do is cry.
Do you die, inside, when you realize...
you're holding onto nothing more then a day dream?

Can you feel the dagger in your heart twistslowly,
As the tears you try, so hard, to hold back.. come out?
You lay awake at night, stareing blankly at the ceiling.
Questioning your existance.Should you exist at all?
And for what reason do you question this...
For a need?
A selfish desire?
Or for a purpose to live?

Longing for something to live for...
Something to consume yourself in...
Your insides burn,
acheing to fill a hole,burried inside you.

Until then you'll cry,
Hugging your pillow,
alone in the dark,
Because you can no longer ingore that...
you are not whole,

So, with stuttery breaths,
we make it through each passing day.
Searching for the missing piece...
Hiding the pain behind half hearted smiles
pretending everythingis ok...
Twisting the dagger only that much further in.

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