Saturday, September 23, 2006

Death by a sleeping pillow.

"I'm lost, my mind's gone..."  goes a line from an UrbanDub song.



No.  I haven't completely lost my mind.
I'm in shaking fear of losing my mind.
You see, I am not what anybody sees.
I am but a mirror to your own desires.



What you want to see is what you get,
like, the mirror in Harry Potter.
I forgot its name but you get the idea.
I, at a crossroads, am confused.



I've hurt someone terribly, hauntingly.
To die, to sleep no more,
is but an idea very close to me,
yet utterly refused for what I must do.



To be or not to be?
That is the question.

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