I've been feeling this compulsion to write, it's similar to that drive I'd have to light up a cigarette... My fingers itch with the need to pick up a pen, almost literally. However, lately my thoughts have been on tornado speed; focusing on one thought long enough to actually capture it's essence and commit it to paper (or the computer) is damn near impossible.... I've gotten a few snippets though, thanks to Oscar, and thought I'd post em here. Maybe I can come back later and they'll magically pull forth more thoughts.
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They say it wasn't right to walk away; as if I had a choice to stay...
They cry for the injustice I've done; as if I were the only one...
Their name I've tarnished; it was me they banished...
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Try as you might; I won't put up a fight. So write this down, keep it with the secret you've found. Hell can't contain all that is I. For this nightmare you call life; into which I've been consumed, has already wrought my doom.
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