Jun 15, 2004 00:33
A white sheet of paper,
I wish I could feel
As you stare into my bed
When there's time to kill.
When everyone's gone,
I can feel it close tight
Around my heart.
Out with my life.
The screaming obvious
Like a bright red blood stain
On my white carpet
When I hear the rain.
Staring at the ceiling
In a blank trance of numbness.
There's a trace of consciousness.
Only enough to know...you're out.