the thought of losing you forever,

the unability of being able to help,

a couple of tears,

and a bleeding arm.

the bitterness of words unspoken,

or,

perhaps,

your shadow,

will haunt the pages of my diary forevermore.

to turn away,

to walk away,

is something i cannot do,

and,

if you fall to the abyss,

i will fall with you.

such is the fate of one who loves,

deeply and with intensity.

to understand, you,

is natural,

so natural as breathing,

or,

dreaming.

walk with me,

either in this life,

or the next,

but,

no matter what,

don't abandon me.

sometimes, i feel as if i am still a boy,

unurtured,

naked and exposed,

complitely dependant.

a voice calls my name,

soundless voices,

souless shells,

empty canvas with no content,

other than fear and hatred.

i am lost,

in thoughts,

in space and time.

find me,

under the tree where we first kissed,

beneath the sky,

full of stars,

and dead dreams.