Tuesday, July 14, 2009


my life, my love, my heart, my head.
swollen with no sight of an end.
taken blood with the blue vein.
holding cards and dealing knifes.
take the breath, take it from her.
her eyes, her hands, her feet and those lips.
broken features with a bitter taste.
what is this, what is she and who am i with her.
she will keep me from fainting, falling and breaking out.

five hands, one heart and one head.
what will look good tomorrow.
what will taste so good tomorrow,
will fuck up today.
forget your name and spin.
spin around but standing still, what's wrong.
everything looks better like this.

glass broken, everywhere.
blood splatters pierce the wall.
hearts were always made to break.
and people always made to fall.

No comments:

Post a Comment