(no subject)
'it has to be more than just an itch
to look and touch, not feel
you're not so silent since
the way it fits, it drags and fades,
pulls,
and pretends
that it was always supposed to be that way.
you're the king of false security,
and security just slapped you in the face.
if angels could take me, take me now
if i was meant to be in that place.
while still standing beautiful
falling in the ashes, how long will you wait?
my dear, how long can i wait in your face.
the sun has fallen down again
and landed in the laps of fools.
where will it shine tomorrow?'