Written in 2008... Odd how I feel exactly the same in my current situation as I did two years ago.
Needles’ point, stealing these memories
Numbing up, from the limbs up finally
Stop caring, stop hurting, and just take it all in
I shall mold my mind and leave friends behind
Like an escaping hand slipping under a seal
Crescent moon, save me a seat up in the sky
Have all the bad dreams finally left me?
Beaten, shattered hopes of renewal fade
A gentle mist and new eyes for tomorrow
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