A towel lays on the floor with no purpose.

~
A TOWEL LAYS ON THE FLOOR
WITH NO PURPOSE AT ALL
EXCEPT TO SOAK UP THE BLOOD
A MEMORY I REGRET
A GUN TO YOUR HEAD
IT KILLS ME INSIDE
FOR LETTING MYSELF DESTROY YOU.
~


No i didn't really kill someone. Its just a poem i found... found in my mind. Sometimes I have dreams. Pretty messed up dreams. I'm not going to describe them here... Not now not never. Some things are meant to keep to ourselves.


A second, a minute, a hour, a day, a week, a month, a year.

Time is what really kills us.. Time.