|
Then
* Now
Thursday, Nov. 14, 2002/10:12 pm disturbed Cold, static floor, against bruised knees. Stiff air, no noise, but the numbing tone, inside my head. Pounding into my skull. Sinking soul. Wounded, fragile frame, A heatbeat that skips every two seconds, The knife twisted in, and left. While the blood seeps, all over the deadly, clean surface. / Eyes that roll. A face as white as snow, if only it was as pure. Sunken cheeks, grey toned lips. A shaky hand, that reaches out. To try to tell you, you'll be remembered, on a scribbled note. Blue foreign words. Lined paper with blotches of red. One last part of me. / Laying, waiting. Falling, weaker and weaker. staring at the celing, fragmented vision, white flickers, closing in, to nothing, but black. Gone. |
* I could almost cry like tears of blood * and slowly it evaporates * without a scar without a trace * Sometimes too blue the moment passes * overhead so undetected * without default with no perfection * I could close my eyes & sleep forever * locked inside a secret silence * whisper deep into my head * Rewind erase and nothing remains * the way that nothing ever does |