too busy having a head rush

Jul 31, 2005 19:40

Static crackles and snaps like hollow sinew
Rising tension flows across the ground and into my nostrils
You asphyxiate me
I secretly condemn myself for looking over my shoulder
Going blind, keeping a watchful eye out for something
that I used to love
I bleed memories all over the sidewalk, and passerbys
Cringe as they step over this mess

Glassy eyes reflect the bluest sky that ever saw
A rotting shell decompose and keep it's shape
It's a miracle, really
I float just above the ground, and the wind pulls me away
Relief is fleeting as I leave a trail of broken promises behind me
My feet leave prints that verify the passage of time
So much time to kill,
it kills me.
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