Nov 17, 2004 02:14
There are now two,
sides of broken truth.
The crashing nightmare
and it's repercussions.
Home is so far.
My bleeding hands are
witness to defeat
and the cost of meaning.
Open hands frozen welcoming years of repetition.
The life I left behind was never this confusing.
Simplicity at the price boredom takes.
Lost to roaming eyes and dreams of happier days.
A happier ending.
Running on empty.
Running away to the same place.
Only seeking my grave.
Will it rest under ornaments of memory or nothing showing anyone remembered?
I'm afraid I already know the answer.
It came with starless nights nursing wounds I alone suffered.