the world in your eyes is a warm parasite
when you open your eyes you hope the damage is disguised
condense your problems and internalize
can you open a promise have you broken your lies
your words are a weapon that you keep concealed
your heart is kept closed until the damage is healed
and when you break over the simplest mistake
how much silence and violence will it take
until you close your fucking eyes and beat yourself awake
the shining skull behind my eyelids grins in bitter laughter blowing smoke in all directions while the silence gets much louder
the letter said i should be dead by this time yesterday it's a way i say i'm sorry for being a minor complication would you let me fade away
a rose or two from the KOR
wilted
dying
soon to be released
i've named every one of its petals a chance
rose gardens
oceans of desire
patterned failures like lace intricately intertwined and designed to kill me
effortlessly
covered in breathless the young and the restless die fast and easy
a dime a dozen and i am one of them
cracked
broken the ghost has spoken and the choking silence has chosen me to keep it intact under lock and key within the three
the bastard children such as we have no place but none is free
once together displaced at the start
with all our un-requited love
the departed
© 2006 whisperer
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