Sunday, January 18, 2009 @9:15 PM
When I walked across the blue bridge of loneliness,
there was someone with me.
He was there, always, even though everyone else has left.
When I travelled through the tunnel of darkness,
he was still there,
being the light that guided me to the end of the tunnel.
But when I came to live,
he has died.
Sometimes, I long to be back home.
To walk through that same blue bridge,
To find my way through the dark tunnel,
But I know that he will not be there again.
Although lonely, although sad, although guilty,
I know that it was me who chose this path in the very end.
I am in this world now,
trying to see if I was right to come here.
I couldn't find the answer at times,
I can't even tell who I really am.
But who knows,
One day I will come to find it,
To see him.
That day is near,
I know.
Maybe it will be different from I want it to be,
But in the end,
It will be here.
Still waiting,waiting.
Maybe death is all that I'm waiting for.
Or let me phrase it in another way,
Maybe death is always waiting for me.
Maybe he is, always waiting for me too.
~Emo once again.~
Welcome to emo world.
~Andromeda