Kill the Messenger / Of Newborn Lies and Self-deceit

And then I have to pretend that nothing has happened, that the night has never been, that the words were never spoken, that the dream I once had and the wish I once smothered were never those of the distant soul for which I’ve yearned; for when the sun rises I am the only one who knows, and as the sun sets I am the one to never sleep, for I am the one who saw, I am the one who heard, I am the one who felt and the one who tasted your tears.

H.Q.
04:55
Fri. 28/12/2012