I Turn And I Slowly Walk Away

I Go To My Room And I Drink And I Smoke Some Cigarettes And I Think About Her. I Drink And I Smoke And I Think About Her And At A Certain Point Blackness Comes And My Memory Fails Me.

She Is Sitting On Frozen Ground Wrapped In A Blanket, Her Pale Skin Shining. She Smiles And She Stands And Without Words, She Steps Forward, Opens The Blanket, Envelops Me Within It And Within Her And Within Myself. She Kisses My Cheek, The One Not Torn, She Wraps Me And She Holds Me. Her Arms Are Thin But Strong. She Whispers In My Ear, "i'm Glad You're Here.

I Can Run Fast When I Want To Run Fast, And I've Always Been Good At Destroying Things.

The Promise Of Eternal Life Makes People Forsake The Life They're Given.

Sleep Is Still Difficult I Sleep For Three Or Four Hours A Day. Usually Sometime In The Afternoon. I Walk In The Cold, Keep Myself Numb. I Cry Less, And Less." (james Frey, Pg.88)