2001-09-02 - 10:35 p.m. / current mood: creative

"i think it's dark and it looks like rain" you said "and the wind is blowing like it's the end of the world" you said "and it's so cold it's like the cold if you were dead" and then you smiled for a second"~~Robert Smith

You were escorted down the empty corridors. I was careful to keep you covered despite the girth and gore beneath. I knew. No one else needed to.

There was an attendant with a key. Truth is young mother I really didn't want to travel this last trip with you. Regulations are regulations, although. Two must travel the newly deceased to the morgue, at night. Not that it matters to you anymore. Does it?

The attendant laughs at my obvious dismay at being in the morgue. With what I've seen, he was surprised at my reaction. It has been a bad business at times, now hasn't it.

See, I know all about this. If there is one thing I have learned on this journey, it is the real truth about endings. I worry about the known and the loved. Cold, alone, but most importantly handled with indifference, while hospital attendant's make bad jokes.

I talk to the lost, in my head.
They are all there.
Every one.

"i think i'm old and i'm feeling pain" you said "and it's all running out like it's the end of the world" you said "and it's so cold it's like the cold if you were dead" and then you smiled for a second.

sometimes you make me feel like i'm living at the edge of the world like i'm living at the edge of the world "it's just the way i smile" you said"

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