The color of the night seems to seep into my brain and my heart turn weary. The color will stay indented in my mind for the rest of my life. Hollow cars ride by as I look insidee to see the eyes of darkness staring into me. My sorrow tears at my soul as I remember all the friends of my youth. Their faces blister my heart as I look towards the endless road that curves every couple of miles. The road is as crooked as the world and I wish for the days when everyone was true to their souls. A million poems won't make me fell better and no one cares.

I plan on driving my car until it is dead and there I will stay and try to repair my dead soul. I bought it for a couple a thousand dollars so I know I won't have to drive for years to see it explode under my navigation. I just want to take in life as hard is it comes for my depression seems to be too surreal for my liking. All the targets I put up to keep everyone busy has all been shot down and now I need to run before they come looking for me. These demons don't seem to care too much for tiny bits of sorrow thhey want to feed off the real thing.

I look back to a dawn with flowers and pancakes with syrup that would make any man rest easy. The wrinkles in my soul would disappear if I could taste that syrup just one more time. The sun used to block out most of my worries but somehow they still came through. The darkness was not my fault but I did learn that sometimes you can try and try but still lose. Another mans sweat soaks into those pancakes and poisons my good intentions.

The experience has now left me dead to the world. My friends are all gone and my love is all gone. If I climbed the tallest building and yelled down the ants would just look. After they carry me off they would just set me down and let the vultures pick away at my insides.

My father once told me that if you want to stop being scared of the dark you must become the darkness. I could never burn down and innocent womans house and I will never be able to rock myself to sleep. Now I drive down this curving road till I can find an emotion. An emotion that will lead my car to the edge of the road and into the abyss that will grab up my soul and take all my friends happiness. For three days they will cry and then go on with their life but my mother will cry forever.

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