Nov 11, 2007 15:46
Songbird, do you smile at us?
We
with nothing to hold onto
Watching with glazed eyes
Wondering
Once again
Why we are here again
Alone and
Fearful
Will this ever change?
Worry means
nothing
Unless it leads to help
Help which...
Is never given
Who can you trust?
With no one but yourself
The glass has become
Thicker, and
smeered with blood
Opaque.
Tears mean nothing
in the dark.