he tumbles in from suffering
and runs up the stairs
he doesn't care to stop the tears
hes all the space in my mind
and he ignores that we are crying
crying cause for him we care
the small circle cross their fingers
and clutch hands, eyes to the sky
he gulps down the liquor
shutting out the pain and decay
the wall he planned to jump off
has crumbled down to the floor
the music radiates love and hate
he says he can't take her name
and strips off layers of clothes
as he strips his insides
hes slipping out of her heart
slicing his old memories
he says " all ive got is this shot
of brandy and one bullet to fire"
he pulled his gun on our hearts
has a glass bottle to save himself
nobody notices his covers and scars
apart from the girls he thinks
have forgot his watchful eye
he wants to play his guitar
strum the right cords for the world
the present is cutting off the
bloody supply to his future
Monday, May 07, 2007
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