maybe i can just work at pushing you away a little bit over time, and loving you a little less everyday. if you could taste my heart tonight it tastes black. and metallic, like blood. just one taste, and it would be stronger then any poison man has ever known.

pain tastes. its bitter, ugly and stronger then anything in this world. maybe its only the people who have become drunk with it that ever know. maybe its only if you hurt so badly and so deeply that you know. and it makes you want to die - inside or outside, you don't care.

what is good for evil, or sun for cold, or rich for poor? what if you would trade all of that for nothing if you could just have nothing? is nothing the middle ground? or something completely unexplored existing in proximity to neither ground... owned by itself only, related to itself only, answering to itself only.

i wish you could feel my pain, but if you can't... then see it, face it, hear it. then when you break me down to nothing you could at least know what you're doing.

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