11:53 AM

Hidden. Again.
the past still grips my life
as the needles tick
i grow weak.
how will i ever come to be
i feel empty.
haven't i already rid the past
from my hands?
haven't i straightened the path for me to thread?
i must have taken a detour.
to a land i am most unfamiliar with
or am i all so familiar with everything
that it over floods my mind?
is this my home?
is this where i once grew up?
am i really alive?
or am i just too dead to realize?
how deep i have thrown myself down
that darkness is now all i see.
my life.
my everything.
i know i'm home.
but where has everyone or everything gone?
i feel everything.
but i don't believe now as i just can't see.
i can't see what's real and what's fake.
is this really what i think it is?
are what i feel really what it feels to be?
or are they just part of my parallel being
making the false seem all so real.
i'll never know.
darkness is killing me.

written, poetic_tragedy

Nama :- Antaeus
Sekolah:- Whitley Sec, Ite Dover
Likes:Floorball,Amplify,Stones,St.Anthony Church, S A Y!,Rugby,The Outdoors Blading, Chilling, Bullshitting, Bassing and all my dear guits And with the love of Music i found life. Dislikes: I don't know. I hate Boredom though i'm 75 percent of the time bored to shit.Yup. oh and i hate ppl who act freaking pityful and like all u know shit ass people who are trying sooo soo hard to pull ya strings but are freaking pissing ya off? yeah THEM! those ones. haha