eMpTyNeSs

my piece of sky to an open graveyard.my piece of sky to an open graveyard. i am unwritten.i can't read my mind.iam undfined,just don't know why.i am beggining ,but don't know how.the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned.staring at the blank page befor you open up the dirty window.let the sun illuminate the wordsthet youcould not find reaching for something un the disyance.so close you can almost taste it,release your'e inhibitions..feel the rain, on your'e skin..no one else can feel it, only you can let it.. no onr else..(*_*)harhar... sounds frolantic huh???im just diggi'n up mah lazy mind and type anyhing that enters mah mind..i saw the distance walki'n near to me, yet i can't do anything but to stare at it and wait for it tu bump me at my back and knocks me on my feet, too horrified to scream and too weal to bear any of it.getti'n slugish and unbarable but what could i do???watch it, or do it.. coz sometimes mah own darkness cripples me. i have to do it or in the end, i'll be sorry..every day, i feel my blood rushing down throug mah veins as it slowly sucks me to death, you may tel im into oblivion, or maybe near to paranoiac but that's how i really feel.i could feel the gush of pain in mah face as the dim of light came closer at hand, i cuold hear the fantic pounding of my heart as i try to ease the pain not only inside but deeper through the outside. and i wonder why it's only me who could feel this kind of sensation..i could smell the burning prelapse of a dying carnival.i could hear the loud screams of the innocent..im getti'n poetic.
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