Let's feast on insomnia like kings.
Saturday, October 9, 2010, 7:20 AM
Pain.
A silent and mindless disease.

It creeps up on you, and pushes past your walls, as if they have never been there. It wraps its cold hands around you tenderly like a lover. Fills you with passionate dreams of bittersweet love and ambiguous smiles. Sets your heart on fire with hope and promises.

Oh yes, it will give you everything.

It blinds your eyes, and fools your judgement. Words become lies and secrets become fallacies. Your words, its words, shriek and fall apart. They turn to blades, pills and endless thoughts. It wraps itself around you like a leech, sucking, feeding on, festering in every piece of broken past. It burns your heart to cinders and-

So much pain. So much pain. So much pain.

...-nothing.

And then you're a zombie. In a limbo between life and death.