Hello, goodbyes unspoken dance in the misty eyes of lonely souls longing to belong to something
Why can't they realize that their something is the "nothing" I dress with metaphors and damper with adjectives unknown?
Their lives are my world...I control it with my pen of poison, I occasionally slide a chalice of doubt to the genius to watch them choke
on the things they've feared all along--the fear of standing on the platform with the dunces and the dim-wits of my creation on the edge of Nowhere...
It feels so good to know-it-all...
But on this musty paper I find that I know-it less...and to know-it-less is to know it all
Just in broken pieces, that cling to the spaces between meaningless words...yet I babble on...
As if I had all the time in the world to die for something that wasn't there in the beginning....
But is waiting there in the end...
On these pages I bind my soul...
My fate is sealed in one sentence...
I know that you won't read my book because you've always found pleasure in judging it by it's cover...
Shardell2007 Community Member 
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