Aug 02, 2005 00:33
This deflated feeling that leaps about my chest
Cuts deeper than the silvery edge that I
slice away at the shame with
My eyes are open wide and inhale the words
My heart cringes to hear
ice cold pain rips through me and i see it coming
but conveniently forget to run
This is me at my most masochistic
My mind entraps me
Seemingly iron-clad shackles weave themselves a barricade
Looming in sheer inevitability, they are concrete
Solid and unmoving
Permanent
Surveying the scene, I can surmise the final outcome
A sunset sets itself aside to allow for the nighttime
I choke on stars until dawn