what am i doing i do not know...
sleepwalkin thru life...
no meaning no purpose
pleasure even is a distant remembrance
pain or happiness is a plastic memory with soft shiny hollow edges
every day i convince myself I am something
every day i forget it
all i can feel is hunger but that too dims away like the sirens of factories..
ticking clock..wasting breaths..feeble heart..
passing now into the oblivion of sleep
slowly passing into the land of shadows,
silent, evil and a cold blanket for my warm worries
Monday, March 7, 2011
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