Wednesday, 10 August 2011

The Hunt.

The feeling of dread as i go to bed,
It feels nothing i did is like anything i said.
untie these ropes i cant feel my heart beat.
and the rain falls, and catches me unawares,
unprepaired, unknown in this dark night.
and still these ropes are soo so tight.
and i cant feel my heart beat anymore.
so the longing for something for someone,
but nothing will do.
and the rain falls cold as the night grows darker.
while i hunt for you,

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