Never knowing to feeling of sleep or slumber.
Never feeling the warmth of another.
Never having the emotion of love.
Why is it only my blood that is black?
Why am I the only one walking down the road?
I look at the sun only to be blinded.
I look into a mirror only to see nothing.
I walk down an alley, to see two lovers kissing.
Why cant this be me?
Am I not capable of loving?
Oh no, I’m running, I dont know why.
I run until I breath ashes.
My feet are torn to shreds.
Why are memories that are not my own haunting me?
As the sun falls, a curtain of black falls across my eyes.
Why did it take so long for me to realize.
Its the rampant insanity inside my mind, I didnt want to kill you dead.
I just wanted to hold your hand, and walk to the road, and not be alone

This poem was written/submitted by Chris Louer.