pokemonboy102

Love. Sorrow. All encompassing, with the power to swallow; consume. It breaks you, fuels the burning desire to forget. It is this force that bends the heads of proud men; it is the power that makes you lose control, drown yourself in drink. It fills your soul, and pours out; your last defense sunken in a pool of spirits. Sorrow leaves your head in the lap of the one you least want to hurt. The smell of alcohol on your lips, the faint taste of vomit on your tongue; these are my reminders of the pain you endure. I am weak. I should never have come. Surely this cannot be happening, that flood of tears, the fear as I watch your body convulse agai

I stand, facing into a wind that does not blow. The inner doldrums that have settled over my craft drain my spirit. My emotions have become putridly cyclic, decaying, devolving into the base and primal. I am dazed, oppressed; missives sent from near and far breach the outer layers of my choked and dispassionate world, only to fall victim to the same numbness. Lifeless, they fall into my sea of timelessness. Unable to rouse myself to action, I am restless. Troubled, I stare into my past; into my future. The past is sharp, my mind's eye cut by memories thrown into relief by the seeming bleakness of the present. The future is a haze that blinds

Sorrow. All encompassing, with the power to swallow; consume. It breaks you, fuels the burning desire to forget. It is this force that bends the heads of proud men; it is the power that makes you lose control, drown yourself in drink. It fills your soul, and pours out; your last defense sunken in a pool of spirits. Sorrow leaves your head in the lap of the one you least want to hurt. The smell of alcohol on your lips, the faint taste of vomit on your tongue; these are my reminders of the pain you endure. I am weak. I should never have come. Surely this cannot be happening, that flood of tears, the fear as I watch your body convulse against th