the first of many

[fuzzzypunk]

me and mike wrote a poem/song type thing together its like late butyeha we were on my porch here you go....

:armchair cognition:

standing in front of a skeleton of a house,
watching the shafts of light burning through the tree leaves.
burning from the inside but my skin is cold as ice,
with bloodshot eyes,
rose colored beads run down my cheeks.
i try to make out whats coming at me,
all i can interperate is a waning silhouette.
just this dim light is seperating me from this worthlessness.
trickling rain all around but still i'm bone dry,
every drop holds a message, we'll never find.
sitting alone with you an akward silence rises,
filled with empty thought.
as i reached for my lighter,
these aged hands have not gotten wiser.
i think of the girl that fills a void,
and a diety that whispers lies.
words slip from your lips like oil,
but this spill is controlled,
you'll pull it back just as fast as it left.
for too long i swam in the black water innocent to your faults,
like a blow to the head your lies rose, but the wakes kept me down.
as i gasp for air only equivocations filled my lungs.
i breathe such sweet lies.

input?