8/31/2010

I see you in my dreams; I find you waiting--secretly you've been stalking me. Whispering desires into my ear, franticly fanning the fire. You come to me when I'm sleeping: kissing me, caressing me, lulling me into a false sense of security. When I look into the mirror I see you in the back of my mind, controlling me like a puppeteer. Knowing what buttons to push, knowing what strings to pull, everything I am is wicked--rotten right down to the core. Nothing but an ordinary man, enraptured in thoughts of debauchery & drunkenness. Laughing as I spiral down into the pit of youth & stupidity. Searching for some sense of clarity, passively watching as my life spirals out of control.