Funny how our paths are destined to cross each other’s, like ships in
the dark. I can see you in the darkness,…
but can you see me? Or am I ever the
chameleon hiding amidst the shadows of dusk?
I’ve returned now, to the same old habits, to the same old patterns
which I’m sure would break your heart if only you still cared enough. I try to forget you and all you do is circle
around me and appear once more in front of me like an uninvited spectre from
the darkest abyss of hell. I don’t need
you and your fancy words and fancy dances. And the way you play with my mind is soulless and
cruel. You do more damage than you do
any good. After all, look where I am now….
right back where I started…. Are you
proud now? Are you still proud?
