The drive is long,
and all I see are the
black empty void of the
street below me.

Each drive ends further
into my mind as I try
to find my place
in this crooked road.

Every night blurs into
one single dream,
and every hope becomes
a dreaded nightmare.

Slowly the madness
takes me as love
becomes a lingering
hatred.

Death isn't there
to end all questions,
but only revive the
tragedy in my soul.

My frustration isn't
for the streets ahead,
but the fact that
I am only scared
that all the things
of love and hate
can only be the same.

That I have seen all
there is to be offered
in this tragic drive
in my head.

08/31/2008

Posted on 09/01/2008
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