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19-5-09

I’m always colder than the weather.
Shivering, standing alone in the snow.
Whilst everyone basks in the rays of the sun.
And I’ve always got this bitter taste in my mouth
because of all the pills I take and all I used to drink.
It doesn’t go away – that craving, it gnaws right
at your insides and right in your ears.
And my eyes are clouded by my childhood,
I can’t see past it and it paints everything I do see
into harsh and skeptical colours darker than
all the nights I cried into my pillow and receded
right into my imagination to escape one world
and fall insanely in love with another.