What comes out of my mouth at 3:30 am

Feb 21, 2005 01:10

How my head fills with dreams,
a blur.
a winter's freeze
an autumn's breeze.
wrecking on broken bridges,
that I never cross.
drowning in my own sweat,
from a lover never fucked.
gasping for a breath that i should not take,
or hanging from rope that was made just to fray.

I am beating me down, down down.
and I like it this way.
I shall never be found. In hopes of what's prayed.
I beat myself down, far down...
To the hells I look up.
I see in the blur,
a poison filled cup.

I just want a day of peace. Just some rest from this all...
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