Clifford Stewart (tony2btrue2self) wrote in writers_in_dark,
Clifford Stewart
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Hello...


Darkness,
bleak, misunderstanding,
everything is black,
even the light is gray.
Rain falling
comfortable
peaceful
horrid.
The bed is my only sactuary
with the pills as it's members.
Foget how many I take,
it delivers me into the other side
a dream world,
being carried down a childhood street
flooded with warm blue water,
I try to stand but I cannot drown.
The alarm fails,
I awake like a stone
laying there
there is no drive that I can see.
I want to talk to them
I want to cry.
I can't.
I'm too numb.
I'm waling dead.
Silence.
There is no need to walk on
but one foot falls in front of the other.
It's the only way.
Always forward
until she drags me down again,
oh to be held in strong arms,
to fall asleep.
the be sane.
to be cured.
Never.
too fucked up.
no hunger
no sleep.
no escape.
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