Apr 29, 2007 04:19
trace me over
but dont scratch the paint
im wondering
where is the eyes in ice &
freezing breath on window [fresh] panes
Just to be left
I am the most delicate [but stero-typical narcosis]
I tinge the fact that i take my own sound mind
& refuse to quiet its ruptured spleen
set fingers [slip] to leave [stay] but replace [subdue] & relent
I am whats ticking in your ears
so awnser [wink me a song]
when i call your barcode a silly act of breaking the stone
barriers will be missed
& siren lipsincs will be interpreted
[wail for a birth right & a chance to gobble the beast]
alive
& not attempted
not acquitted [nor properly outdated]
i feel so
inadequate
fuck i love him..
& i cant even write for him anymore...