Regretful
to say that he
was my shelter
and I was
his home.
When you're easy
this is
how it goes.

Joalby D Bleu
March 16, 2002

So, you think you know me? You really think you do. I know you are talking to me, but can i hear you?

your blood so sweet,

biting harder and waiting for an unheard scream,

drinking long and feeling your pain and agony,

holding you close and wanting you to always stay with me,

lapping at your liquid soul,

watching you turn and walk away, feeling a deep hole...

the pain anger and fear eating away inside of me,

standing, looking at your form disappear, nothing more to see,

searching what's an eternity for a place to bury my dispair,

Walking along the path you built,
Searching for the life you lost,
Darkened skies and greystone cobbles pave your way.
Stumbling and picking yourself up again and again,
Stopping to wonder if life is worth finding but you always continue on.
Sometimes you get the courage to look back. All you see are corpses rotting away.
Almost choking, nearly gagging, riddled with guilt,
The life you lost you threw away, not caring at what expense or cost.
Not caring what others think, do or say.