Monday, February 2, 2009

Forgot

It's 11.47pm now

I woke up in this white room
filled with the scent of gloom
I feel empty
and lonely

I remember nothing about my past nor present

I was told that I am having amnesia
the only thing I can remember now is the feeling of my Coulrophobia

Should I stay?
but why?
Should I pray?
but to whom?

I want this to be my last breath
in this room, nothing is left
but then I begin to question myself

What is the meaning of my death, if my life is made up of nothing?
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2 comments:

Blessed Kierran said...

u know what i'm going to say..

mikael said...

dun suicide ==