Shrill Notes Begin, The Grim Violin
Then From The Silence A Violence Of Sirens
Orchestrate The Score To Which
One More Corpse Is Left Quiet
i don't know what to do with myself,
i don't know what to do with myself,
i feel so dead yet i'm alive
i don't know what has come over me,
i don't know what is taking over me,
i feel the end arising,
but another day passes me by
my time is expiring,
and i still refuse to maneuver through fading light,
can't get it together
no matter how hard i may try
i'm back with the same empty bottle
with the past rewinding in my mind.
am i alone or just isolation by decesion?
this could be a self-induced demise
How We Become The Hollows Of Drums
The Rest Between Notes,
The Hollars That Never Reach Throats
"Friends" In Quotes,
They're Not Calling
 Nuzumi · Thu Jun 21, 2007 @ 06:26pm · 0 Comments |
