Jun 21, 2008 22:31
Pulling this hood down over these beautiful eyes, I fall into the shapeless crowd. My carefully chosen words will sound the same as all the other noises that come crashing into your face. Adding just a hint of color since one really ignores that which isn't too unnatural.
Then allowing your judgment to drip from your confident mind I wander away without as much as a prick to see if you bleed. Leaving you to sit in your unmade bed as you continually attempt to convince others (and yourself) that your noise is enough to justify your life.
if only you make enough noise.
if only enough people can hear it.
Pulling this hood down over these beautiful eyes...