03 April, 2007

You.

A blur of voices
Flipping images on a dark screen
A silent feel
Of you

I don’t need it
Can you feel it?
All the pain that trickled out
Silence so loud
My dark cloud
That couldn’t make the rain fall
I was made to crawl
Before a stupid wall
With no door
No paint

Stab me with paperclips

*we think differently every second.
*i want my wall back.