Jun 16, 2006 00:42
your hands push aside so easily
uproot the fabric of you and me
if time heals all, damn will need a lot of it
because blood clots and broken bones take recovering from
pushed down the stairs i swear. fell from the first story, you sure?
it feels this way. cover your tracks. someones onto you.
i didnt have to say anything. its written in blood.
the side of us so grotesque so unforgiving.
again, passed by. forgotten.
ill sit below the siamese twins in the sky.
high above.
detached from you and i.