Jan 20, 2005 12:15
I am sitting here exploring the inside and i find it desolate. I do not implore these confinesnow as they penetrate recreating me. Im hovering through time and i've found I've crumbled in these daysand i can not find reflection in these days. And if you listen listen close,beat-by-beat you can hear when the heart stops, i've saved the peaces when it broke and groung them in to dust, i am destroyed i disassociate from the inside. i hope to destroy the outside in hopes it will liborate and elivate me. Like water flowing into lungs i flow through these days like morphine tears throug deadened veins i am numbing in these days. I know what died that night i know i died that night and ill never be brought back to life once again if you listen listen closebeat-by-beat you can hear when the heart stops, i saved the peaces when it broke and grouned them all to dust to save you the time, and as time goes on i find it harder to leave this space with hatred so alive writhing with sickness i decay killed by my own weaknessbut forced to return to turn it offand i wached the stars as they fell from the sky, dying i feel the fallen stars encircle me now as the cry. feeling surounded so bored with mortality all of this hatred shall resorect me to turn it off... And it wolnt be all right despite what they say just wach the stars tonight as the disapear. i'll pick up the shards and form them in to the shapes of stars forever waching overyou where you have no power, and the ecos of the pasthave broken the hearts of the un born.