one decision flows into the next. the moments consume me in an avalanche. life tumbles down its steep mountain slope. and all those tiny instances come together in a fury of if's.
is this the darkness, is that what i am in, or are my eyes closed so tight that i can't tell the difference.
is this life, is that what i've been given, or just a parody of life that skirts the window, but cannot open it.
where were we then? in tufts of lies falsely blessed. with desire as the needle filled with with potions so addictive, i emptied it into my veins.
always believing that tomorrow woud be my friend.yeah right, my friend. never thinking about all the beds it had slept in and abandoned like a cheap whore before it was in these sheets upon which i lay...
i slept with the enemy too long before i knew i was it.
so many locks, so few keys.