you are my Venom.
i can feel you coursing through my veins
the power you hold over me
after all this time
you are what has caused me to find comfort in solitude
to embrace the dark as though it were the light.
for that, i suppose i should give you thanks.
you were my lesson i had to learn in order to grow.
i don't, and will never, regret you.
you no longer encompass my every single thought.
you were lust. you were flesh. you were nothing.
and i allowed you to begin transforming me into the same.
that is what i do regret.
i'm at such a weird spot in my life.
like the fork-in-the-road is here. except... there are
different directions everywhere i look. sadly, i don't even
know which each direction leads to. i don't know my options.
so i'm stranded. and frankly, that's fine with me.
there's something strangely fascinating about "the unknown"
my eyeslids are finally beginning to get heavy.
24+ hours of no sleep and it's finally setting in.
i want to dream of a far off place where
i can find solace amongst a kingdom of Trash and interconnecting wires.
where fantasy and reality merge to form a beautifully demented wasteland.
the manic's are royal blood... the word 'sanity' cannot be uttered
for fear of being branded a heretic.
i wish to dream of beauty. love. acceptance. in some of the most unlikey
of places.
please let me be the one who will look after you...
