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Looking back, I can’t think of a reason why it happened. I don’t know if there was a reason. I hate to call it fate. I don’t believe in that. There is not other reason why though. Now there is the gathering. A large group of people sits around a casket. I don’t say much though. I really don’t have that much to say. There are a lot of things that I would ask going back. Its too late for that though. 6:30. Alarm goes off. I need to wake up to face another meaningless day. I step into the shower...

Looking back, I can’t think of a reason why it happened. I don’t know if there was a reason. I hate to call it fate. I don’t believe in that. There is not other reason why though. Now there is the gathering. A large group of people sits around a casket. I don’t say much though. I really don’t have that much to say. There are a lot of things that I would ask going back. Its too late for that though. 6:30. Alarm goes off. I need to wake up to face another meaningless day. I step into the shower...

Fading Seemingly endless tunnel of fear Keeping us blinded and wasting or years Making us fear what we no isn’t real Clouding our ability to feel Watching our memories fade away As we try to keep the hatred at bay They want me to help them, but there’s nothing I can do And through the blackness there is only you Searching for something that I know isn’t there Forgetting that I used to care They lied to me and that is something I can’t get past And I am left here hoping the feeling won’t last

Every time I see you I sleep easier, knowing that there is someone cares if I wake up or not. I wish she loved me. The word Love is trite, cheap and a puffed up term used by those who have nothing else to say. Yet my use of it is quite true and I intend it to be true until the day I die. I have never felt this way before. This seemingly euphoric feeling is not as great as it looks. There is always a problem. The decline is what will kill me. This surely cannot last forever, I am too happy. I ...

Fading… Staring blankly at the reflection Trying to cope with the rejection Grotesque images swirl through his head And sounds of the scream that could wake the dead The once benevolent ruler who see all but knows none Becomes entwined in the web of lies he has spun His once kind ways have turned toward despise For the people that would cause his demise He sits there quietly hoping its all a dream But then, it comes, the harrowing scream He tires, and ignores his terrible chore But life comes...