May 02, 2007 23:08
I like to bite my nails
its a nervouse habit
like the tapping on the walls
but sometimes I hear voices, they tell me I will drown. empty chasms. violent awakenings. Im not here right now, and you don't understand, but its how I get everytime the fog rolls in. oh darling Im so worn. I feel like my heart is unraveling... I've been staring at walls and talking to ghosts for too long. I need you to teach me how to stand up when I fall
I tasted blood in my sleep last night, it made me hungrey, God so hungrey...
when will the smoke curl around my skin and choke me? "finally" I'll say "of course it was like this" when the walls tumble and crush me, hallejuah, its over at last.
I realised, you can't fix never. But I thought I saw a red apple on a dead tree...