....

another year has come and gone.
i can still taste the faint taste of youth
resting on the tip of my tongue.
a day of celebration. of presents and of wishes
all meaningless. worthless in the eyes of someone struck by grief.
the rose...
the one i dared to touch...
it pricks me once more
and once more am i in shock from the pain one little flower can bring.

the hole that lies gaping in my spine
deepened ever so gently by the dagger that stick out from it.
ever so gently, twisting, turning, carving into my very bones
the regret....
oh so happy just a day ago.
heart still aching from the knowing of the need to be forgetting
move on, let go they say.
unknowing that a grip of a dying man is comparable only to the jaws of death itself.

celebrations?
presents?
wishes?
no.
just another day in the life...

sorry for the depressing post guys.... ill be back to normal soon..