drinking nights softly falls past yesterday
bloodstained eyes trained on the dwindling hope thats breaking inside of me
dead silence washes over me, i've been away for far too long
break my path over my dead body and give me a reason to pray
picture perfect remeniscent catastrophy retiscent and evident in ever closing circles shining down gods like headlights in your eyes
when i picked up my head this afternoon blinking at the light in my face glinting of the faceted pane of glass
i beleived in my mistake my entertaining break and shake-down
i laugh my self to sleep
i break
i hate
i break and bleed for not a god damn fucking thing
i would kill me
i would torture my reflection
and cry steel at the sound of a voice other than my own
i made one hell of a mistake
© 2006 whisperer
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