1-15-10 Just a Fade
The end of February, the beginning of March...
I have little less then a month left to live, figuratively speaking.
This is when I had disappeared, the third year anniversary of my death.
Shall i celebrate? or shall I mourn? Or shall I lose my mind completely,
as i had done oh so very long ago in that apartment,
sleeping people above and around, leaving me alone,
leading me to my demise, to the tears I've cried...
do you understand?
my eyes are washed away again, the color just a fade.
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