Sitting here
trying to turn away
but the light won't let me go
Nails dug into the tattered arm chair
I can't see anything but the inside of my brain
although even that isn't clear any more
Watch yourself girl
it's all becoming clear
the lights go out
and there are words you won't let yourself hear
that won't stop stinging in your ear
a fuzz
a crackle
a twitch
you won't let yourself feel
when you look in the mirror
and theres a figure looking back
but you don't know her.
You don't know how
These questions you just let slip away
aren't good for you
are they?
You stand at the edge of sanity
tempting things that won't stop you
won't prevent the slip
You can't stay here forever
still you say forever
Upon your words you trip
in which direction?
Monday, November 3, 2008
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