A stagnant will to survive
cursed our existence
as we slave through for an unachievable goal
You died slowly inside
leaving me to face to world alone
to face a life without you
A Whisper caressed the tunnnels of my ears
a whisper disguised as you
but you were never really there were you
just another made up image
just another ill will
You were just another way to escape
the cruel reality
the reality of my life
my diminshing life that served no real purpose
no real purpose at all
I only lived to die
But then again I cant die if I was never really alive
© 2006 JoshuaScott
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