7:10 p.m. - 2007-11-05
Echo
Losing color, without taste, everything seems the same. Hold the whisper close, to heart. It keeps me warm at night, her voice echoing in my mind. There is a sense of hope in the night, I wish I could take flight.

She's a lie, but she's all I've got; without her I'm nothing short of nothing.

Days simply fade into each other,seamlessly. Black border deminishes, and there's no difference between sides. Cold and dark, the sting of loneliness running up my spine.

She's nothing short of nothing; she's all I've got, but she's a lie, just a lie.