i'm sure you'll remember the nights by the bay when you reach the end of the road and notice that i am not there. i am lost; another town, another neighborhood, another boy, the same lonely heart getting lost in another searching soul.
it will end the same way. he'll reflect on those nights lost in infinity. those moments that could never be recreated or retrieved. and then i'll be gone again, looking for another one to suck the life out of.
another potential victim.
a good piece of writing and impressive enough... well done