only cowards run and ive been running for awhile now.

haLt. It fills my spirt
im hungry for attention for excitement
                                  something more perhaps
was this the way eve felt before she bit into the apple
                 im angry at my self for not being able to fill this void
                             angry at the knowledge that i fell in love
                          with an object that cannot
                     will not ever love me back like echo and narcissus
           its me and my drugs.
                                im lonely here in the middle of the night
               lost in my mind
with no true friends it seems
                     lonely with only these thoughts for companions
                          im tired for feeling that i might never escape
   this.