A Break From the Heat

Numb fingers
work their way across
my own face.
My skin
so weatherbeaten
and calloused,
I dont feel me
anymore.
murder
with no
emotion.
Die
with a
straight
face.
good riddance.

If you only knew
just how dark and cold
it can be
here
in
what I know
as reality.

I dont know
who I am.
I dont know
What they want,
but I dont have it.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
8/23/07 12:35am