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Inside this withering cardboard box rests a past that shouldn't have been The spit used to decay these walls, from the spiteful things they whisper to me Every kick, ever stab, every cut, every laugh, I cradle in a head of glass They distort as they play in reverse, these voices in my mind Projected from my eyes on a blade raised high, a solitary moment passes me by Laughing at the lives in a lie, I'm left to realize nothings ever mine It hurts in ways I can't yet explain and they make them seem more real to me Forget to forgive them for the things they've done, know that they're all you want Slammed against the ground the images fade, shimmering pieces now free to escape What was my name? doesn't matter to me. If nothing is left its fine by me.
Rekorro · Sat Dec 27, 2008 @ 01:21pm · 0 Comments |