A Letter From Prison
January 14, 2005 - 5:56 PM

i don't know how to feel.

i lay myself to burn my skin alone in the dark. everything you ever touched left a bruise, i just don't know.

and we could always still see each other .. but what if ..
what if that wasn't enough?

a quite fist fight while their backs are turned and as they turned around, red spots would silently appear from your eyes. and it was like you never cried before.

double drain my heart along with my mind. i'll float to the top and realize this mattress has been upside down the whole time. sometimes i'm afraid i'll fall into the sky. but strings cannot hold these lies back.

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