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For some reason, even when I sleep i do not rest. I do and I don't. I do in that I lay downand curl up into my bed, where I once felt safe. Yet now in my dreams, i do not feel safe. In all of my dreams I am some how mutilated. Whether it be dangling for the ceiling with chains through my spine, and having them shot through me. Or wheether i am having a shadow reach into my body with its deathly cold claws and slice my heart open, or I am being choaked to death by a set of disembodied hands. There are other requiems I dream about, others I will save for a later time. For some reason I feel lonely even though I have some of the best friends of my life around me..........I wish I couold just curl up in a ball some place nice and warm and wait for my heart to stop beating.....
 Azalin · Fri Oct 22, 2004 @ 03:27pm · 0 Comments |
