YOU.

Blackened threads weaved through my mind...
extinguishing even the brightest shards.

Memories of you.

My soul restless, conciously unconcious- smoothered by the night
Drowned in charcoal.

Why does poison sting so deep...
After the antidote of time has passed..and my wounds are supposed to heal?

I thought I got rid of it.
Of you.

It's amazing how far you can be-and still deathly close

To the thing...
Or...