Aug 18, 2006 01:05
numb
No, I don't feel anything
I'm trying to quit
If they knew how I felt, they'd use it against me
why don't you put it against me
its evidence
evidently
this haze is way dense
sickness
I've felt sick for months
my stomach is twisting
my hands shake
everything shakes
we all have our frequencies
just a smidge in any direction
there's a crack
a crack waiting to be a canyon
waiting to be a river
I am waiting to fill up
every curve chizzeling at the littlest resistence
I'd rather make carpet angels
put me in the sandbox
close the top
I'm tired and I want to stop
stop stabbing me slowly or I'll start to rip out your heart
I will swallow you whole.