obsolete (ex_obsolete385) wrote in 100_words, @ 2007-07-08 13:58:00 |
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Current mood: | gloomy |
Current music: | boy sets fire... my life in the knife trade... |
I can hear you through the floorboards; singing to me about the death of all things, about better than nothing, about the reality of my loneliness, and how there's no changing things now. This course is home. I missed my mark by miles, now there's no going back.
Tomorrow will never bring the kind of hope I need. It’s over far too soon for anything to set in. the names change, but everything else is the same. Life is on repeat, the cycles always ending… never beginning.
The sun never rises; it only sets.
The end is only the end.