I sit alone
in a crowded world.
The spotlight
only holds and
never sways
from the guy next
to me.

The words that
burst out into
my mind as I try
to wrestle with
the fact and fiction.

That you are the
main character
of your own story,
but I feel that
I am not even real.

So does that make
me fiction and
only words that
a reader finds
interesting?

The madness drives
me to drinking
the red as the
night and day never
seem to touch
my eyes.

And the humming
is the only thing
I can possibly
understand.

12/23/2009

Posted on 12/23/2009
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