nightly hauntings clouding aromas reminding me of times of old. when my days were not simple-but easily ended with a full nights rest on the floor-bound mattress. cold windows seeping in winter breath so lonely-but easily forgotten with a handfull of sleeping pills and a bottle of cheap wine. i dont wish for those lonely months i dont mourn my loss of love because love it was not- obsession, addiction, penetration and easy destraction from the purity of true emotion. comfort found us both in altered mind states relishing in the untrue and unnatural. leading to a decline mentally & physically together on a descent into cheating lies and unsettled thoughts. while i searched for love he basked in misery my happiness unraveled his heart of string. til i removed myself as one removes a limb from a body half decayed, nearly killing us both. and still i search for true love i wish for no more of dishonest disguises or fleeting feelings of false hope and illusions of grandure. because that wont help me sleep at night with an icy draft leaking down my spine. think not of regression when the bottles seem full. beckoning boredom betrayal- descent into a dismal land of dreaming demons.
beautiful but sad story. look for someone who's awake. someone with piercing eyes. just my three cents
