on the edges of the light the dark encroaches
I go to sleep and I want to die
I wake up and I want to die
I walk around and I still want to die
I dream about my death
I dream about my dieing
I dream about what they would say
I think about who it would hurt
I think about what they would do
and what they wouldn't
I dream about them
I see them
on the edges of my vision

- posted by Catherine @ 8/06/2004 06:06:00 PM