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wait Stinking like urine and blood. The fight is over, now there's the aftermath to look forward to. How many dead soldiers does it take to win a war? My bishop to E5, your knight to yesterday's goodbye. This isn't a game of strategy, it's a game of torture, a game of deceit, a game of cruelty. How long will it take? Days, months and years of recovery. The forgetting, the despair, the anger. Sing your soft songs to me. Help me fall asleep. Just for tonight. Part of me wishes the phone would ring, with your voice on the other end, and just say everything you were protecting me from. My brain is shriveling, my heart is lost, I'm just stumbling around in the dark, looking for some reason, looking for any reason, just to keep going. Have you found the emptiness you were looking for? Here I sit, a godless fool, wandering through this mystery like a true jackass, pretending I have all the time in the world, when really its all coming to an end. Right now people are dying, everything is growing older, and I right along with it. The cells in my body are decaying, cancers are forming, it is all leading up to...what? Is this anticipation going to pay off, or will it be just another disappointment. The clock is ticking, the sand is running out, the music has begun to fade, the light is growing dim, I hadn't prepared a speech, I wasn't ready for this, not yet, not yet, I wasn't ready, wait just one more moment, just one more kiss, just... wait. ----- the sad truth - 6:46 a.m. , January 01, 1970 in case you were wondering - 10:33 a.m. , July 04, 2006 in case you were wondering - 10:33 a.m. , July 04, 2006 dont call it a comeback - 11:17 p.m. , January 19, 2006 the enlightened ones - 11:16 a.m. , February 19, 2040 |