Jun 13, 2005 00:11
Turning down the lights down low
I know I really need to go
To bed, rest my head
My stomach fed, My brain
Well bled, of thoughts
That have fought
their way to the surface
What their purpose
I will soon see
As I start to be
A little more free
Easier to see
What really
means something
to me.
Ache
A-cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
I start to break
A part
The heart
Of my brain
the pain
Seering
Fearing
overheating
Beating
Harder
Farther
I run
What fun.
I see you
Out, where
They'll find you.