Oct 30, 2005 20:31
Rage, is something that i grasp in the palm of my hand.
I also wear it as a mask.
Somehow i run out of wrods.
Somehow i run out of blood.
Darling dont you know?
Darling, dont you.
Darling, dont you dare break thisd place.
"This is how we do things here.
Ya, it's a different kind of love."
And the only thing thats keeping me here is your grace.
And hoiw your eyes shimmer when i hold your face.
Dear to me.
Love everywhere you look, though it's held close to my grave.
Dusting myself off once again.
Who would have thought i could not care?
The cliff's been worn by ignorance.
copy and paste. no ingenuity brinking over my shoulder.
My god.
i want to escape your farplanes.
ill be missing your lips when their pressed hard against my chest.
i want to make you cry