I don't know what I'm waiting for...
Slipped a step
[just my luck, it was the one I needed most]
Fell back down
To the end of the stairs
Where my open Coffin lay.
[My fault]
Everything seems vacant
Cast in an otherworldly glow.
My hand reaches out...
But I've missed you
.Again.
I wonder why I bother...
Sleep is a gift rare given. Drugging me into false dreams once more.
I'm floating but still fighting flesh and bone....To rise from myself.
I'm Fading.
Hating this.
And yet.....
...I still don't care.
Copyright 2005 Kya McCain
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