Have you ever felt perfection?
Sitting in the dark with your sheild of protection.
2am, gaze outside, stars of crystal.
You feel peaceful, shattered under blow of Pistol.
Struming the last veins that are pumping,
Singing words of that certain something.
But the words crack
And the digits sting.
It may be a quip
But the screams ring.
And I'm dying,
Sitting here in the cold,
And you've been lying.
Life's growing… Continue
Posted on December 13, 2008 at 2:19pm