Crimson Haze

Nonexistence - Poem by Crimson Haze

I sit in the dark,
My back to the wall,
Thinking of ways to die,
Even if I would and could not do this to myself,
Why can't I think about it?

I feel a strange warmth around me.
The feeling of being safe,
Is overwhelming.

I can not see were you are.
I'm not even sure if you are with me.
Maybe my mind is just messing with me.

I try to reach out,
To touch you.
I feel your warm skin,
On my finger tips.
Then you are gone.

Again I'm alone.
No feeling of being safe.
No feeling of warmth.
Just me.

Slowly I start to fall,
Back into my never ending hole of,

Out there
Breath in the light.
Take in the heat.
Then a cold wind comes and knocks you off your feet.

Into the real world,
where the enemies grow.
Now you'll know your on your own...

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 8, 2010

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