Sep 03, 2006 23:48
And Your request for medication, mediation, deprevation
Climaxed at low velocity
High toxicity
And you ask me to forget the half-hearted memories.
Birthday Cake when no-one is home
My Dear sir, I hope these thoughts were not just empty recolections from a broken spirit
If only I could give you hope with out breaking down
If I could light the way with out dimming my strength
I would have given it all, but all I have to give is the love you closed your eyes on.
(one too many times)
Get out, get out
It's what comes to mind,
waiting in the cold to give weight to my tears.
As I breathed out this smoke I saw my fears
The view off the cliff as we were joined, holding you when you were weak
Get out, get out
I recall this.
How hopefull I thought that I could heal you, but you're far too poisoned for me.
Hiding from a
poisoned memory.