Bottle of wine

Life of slumber in a world unfathomable
Earth surrounds this heart
My lust is fierce for your soul's energy
My fear the reason we part

I think of the beauty we shared long lost
I dream of you each day
I cling to the hope of your peace once more
Yet this fear I hold is with me to stay

My love haunts me
Follows me
Each heart broken a piece of my own

My darkness taunts me
Engulfs me
Mistaken choices for a path alone

Continuing this game
Seeing to the end
Clinging to you
Toying with then

Plans of shadows in my mind
Backlash waits for it's time

Tell all

Sometimes, especially recently, I would love to just tell everyone exactly who I am and what I've done.
I've done things that I would not even tell my closest friends... But I want to. I want to just say fuck everything, tell the world my secrets and then move the fuck on.
Most of my "secrets" are what I would call thought crimes. Horrible things that I think... About myself, about others, about doing to myself or others...
I don't understand why my mind works this way. I like to think I'm not alone in this, but I'm pretty sure that I really am a terrible person.
I'm lazy, selfish, unmotivated, and not to mention stupid. It's like I've spent my whole life pretending to care... But deep down, I don't give a fuck about anything. And that is not fair to anyone... I've fooled everyone who cares about me into thinking that I have potential.

But... I just don't give a fuck anymore...