Forlorn at 4am.

Driven to ruin, why would i still let you hold the reins? To sooner forget then to forgive.
Dreadful, dreadful.

With much regret, I have let you become more than you have ever been to me.

Fulminant desires to experience your presence before me, within and without. Revenant retentions that will not cease.
Plague me, plague.

Ever onward with my head turned, looking back.
Where are you?

Gone, gone.

~ by cryhavok on February 4, 2008.