Wednesday, December 16, 2009

What's this one called?

Still fond
Aswell Alive
Breathing again

Empty soul smiles
Painting your face inside out
Search the shadows
To take your tongue and tie it around your wrist
And take all you can from what's left
The unwanted
Cold nights in colder sand

Where the day ends softly
The night will destroy
Anything that calls me
Anything that haunts me

Where is this answer
Im reaching out with my hands
As the rain falls from the auburn leaves soon to follow
It is fall and I have lost myself
The sun tries it's hardest to get through the clouds
But sometimes it isn't enough
And the sun is left outside
It could destroy us, had it a conscience
which is a con of science

She wears a necklace of words she can't keep

It's an echoing heartbeat
Scattered down the hall in a pulsating manner
Stitches over your eye
Late fights, bloody fists
Liars and thieves
Limits on pulps to be beaten to

It's dark where I come from
Built on empty thoughts
That may or may not have ever happened
Violet leaves on neon trees
with air so dark, the angels fear
Depth that invites you

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