Funny how the papers so bright
I often wonder if Jim felt the same
I live to write
I write to live
Hold me sweetheart
Difficult to find my groove
Two weeks six days
I fear my self
I wanted this
I wanted you
The pen bleeds
I bleed
You and my heart in contempt
Fuck this is hard tonight
I want to fall
Most of my writings hold meaning
Tonight I feel nothing
And yet I write
To you
Whatever your name is
Who ever you are tonight
And who am I
Where the fuck am I going
Don’t love me
I can’t
Not tonight
This is shit
Hate me tonight as I do
FUCK ME
Fuck this life
The End
Is It???
Jason M. Christilaw
20081021
