something i wrote

Jun 12, 2004 00:43

Is this not real
Are these false images that we stare into
Buying into every last line that was said
Into the last heart that was stolen

The last kiss you gave me sealed my fate
And the fate that will await all of us
The buildings are burning and crashing
We don't understand this, until we are dead

Dead like the ghosts that haunt are dreams
Stealing every last word that was said
And every last heart that was given away

These mirror immages no longer reflect ourselves
But reflect the smoke and the destruction

My life is like an open book
Always there for you to read
But you would rather see the buildings demolished in my life

Planes crashing, buildings burning
They are all signs

Signs of my fate
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