Where are you? …along the licorice trail? With your eyes only seeking the most pleasant of grass, you yearn for more candy. All the while – Can you accept your own sorrow, or see your own face? Can you feel the vampires stagnant amongst the room, sharking all that is pure in you? Men’s manhood as their spear headed brushes, do you even mind the color they’ve painted you? Will it wash off? Can you fall asleep tonight without the distraction?
…I pray your memory isn’t as haunting as mine.
