The best at being the worst. The coldness on your back. Soft whispers in your ear. Pulsating hatred of time. Simply left out in the rain. Flying shapes glide by. Lies piled upon lies. Dreams no longer felt. Wishes forgotten easily. Allow it all to go. Let the wind be at your side. Windows show no one's home and there's no where left to hide. Ripping down the blinds. Chipping paint falls down. The floor is a deep, dark brown. Crawling slowly across the wall. The shadow knows it all. Feeling nothing but what comes. Darkness plays with the moon. All our time has gone too soon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He opens the door and stares. The emptiness washes over him. There is nothing left to mourn. There is nothing left to feel. She has left him here, standing alone. The beating of his heart slows. If only he could change it all. Bring her back to him. If only he had said those words. Been the man she simply wanted him to be. His love was gone now. Misguided by his fault. To have her back is just a dream. And being alone an endless nightmare. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is what I do when I have nothing else to do. Writing. Write. To write. I'm tired. SEB just called. I am uninterested. PRD can suck a left nut. And I'm done with that. Giving in. Done. And ended. DFN.