The-Different-Ones

The dark forest surounded me. The trees were green but now black comepared to the moon. The air chilled and ran through me, as I feared what would become of me when the clock struck 12. Midnight, 12:00pm, the moons hightest peek, all times I feared. But tonight they would not take me, not with out a fight. They think they are in controll, there mistaking.

Oh, bleeding heart, how I wish it weren't true. Images, memories, wishes, hallucinations, fill the room. The dimmed, blackened room. The celling seems to hang low, making it easier for me to choke on the images. People, dead and alive, come to this room, but always leave. Always leave me here. Only two people have tried to take me from this room, but they tease me by shutting the door in my face as I start to emerge. And I scream "Oh, bleeding heart, how do I wish this weren't true!" No one answers. No one ever answers...