Soft confusion wrapped in blankets of ash
File this under arrest defected in its sleep
Hands steep with regret radio steals
What we once stood for
How to swallow these tears of sorrow
Without drowning out this isn't allowed
Write the words down on rain paper
Tear away the ink to breathe in
Again one last chance to see it all
No strings attached beneath these floors
This house is no longer mine
These rooms crawl with sand
Loosen my grip on this guilt
Let it float away into the night
Trying not to question this motive
Taste feedback in my mouth
What did I say?
Strike this match and let it burn
Out your lungs so no words
May be muttered to complicate
Cut your throat to bleed out the sound
Set the tempature obsolete
(not done)
 theimplodingvoice · Sun Oct 23, 2005 @ 02:41am · 0 Comments |
