well... it seems my name was left off of member list last month..
a mere oversight on the part of spinsane im sure (youre a peckerhead sp :>)
anyway.. i decided to get off my lazy fucking ass and type something up, 
this is something i wrote while i was stuck in a hotel room all by my 
lonesome.. plus some stuff i just added. i'd throw some phat shout outz, 
but i dont really like anyone. newayz.. 
'ere it is - 

   he walked, fading in and out of the darkness, trying not to think about 
her, the one he loved, the one that used to love him. he loved her with every 
ounce of himself, she was his entire life. without her, there was nothing.
   the darkness eased off, and the hurt came back, it all went back to her, 
everything always went back to her. it stung, it bit, it clawed, it roared - 
filling his head. then the light dimmed, and the hurt went away. he kept 
moving, at ease again. and suddenly, in the darkness she was there, and he 
held her - tight. he held her for a long time, feeling her life, the 
beautiful vitality that seemed to radiate thru her pores. she kissed his 
cheek, then the wonderful darkness ebbed.
   it was back, the old familiar sting. the white rushing in, the sound
roaring thru, the pain, the hurt, all coming back with the light - the 
terrible fucking light. he lashed out at it, tore at it, yelled at it, cursed
it - but it was not to be defeated, only angered. this time it did not leave,
but lingered instead, and grew brighter, fiercer. he searched for the 
darkness, begged for it, his only solace, and finally found it in the chamber
of a .45. the blackness came screaming back, and brought the one he loved  
along with it. it never left him again.