terenchial down pour

Nov 07, 2005 04:08

cought in a terenchial down pour
wispers racing behind closed eyes words yet inteligable, just erie melodies on the winds tails
my blood has chilled -
shards of ice passing under my skin
i can't disengush the words being said
but i know what they will be
i know what statments and clames will ensue
and the knologe terrifies me to the point of pills
taking the ones i know will puiet all
the ones that make the world disapear
i can feel in in my head -
wispering, waching, waiting
till the time that i'll lessen
i keep it inside, refuse to admite
it only makes the wispers echo further down my winter griped spine
my thoughts race to the fianl out come
and i think, 'if i do it now it'll all stop'
but i nkow i'm wrong
and the steal enduced sting will only quicken the break down
so, instead i'll just sit
shaking on the inside
durring this terenchial down pour
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