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Staring Through Walls

Contributed by xregret4romance on Monday, 5th November 2007 @ 08:26:32 AM in AEST
Topic: hbadday

I'm stabbing through the paper into flesh
of forbidden skin
i'm judging you by what doesn't matter,
im still judging
im still giving up on it.

I remember
when we were just like that
Just like the mirror
we're facing right now.
I remember when we were dying
to live, but living to die.
I forgot the times that were true,
left them in the dust, with the question why
why it all ended

because we thought we would
and I threw the letters into the water
and I opened my eyes
to find out it was all over.
Dry as the dessert
when the water overflows.
I hope you're swimming in it,
I hope you're ***** drowning.

All you did was smile back
and breathe out silent lullabies
of carbon dioxide into my lungs
and I replied:

"I like the highs and lows
as long as I'm on 'em"
It's not like this is the book
that turns around near the end.
this is an autobiogrphy
it can go both ways
or we can fall off of the cliffhanger.
i'd end it in papercuts,
this only feels bad when im there

it only feels terrible when you're around.
the shame blows away like steam
from a teapot.

im down to 2 mint flavored pills,
with the smell of chicken bones
floating into my right nostril.
im down to my last drop of hope.
being trapped in this glass box
with my eyes opened so
like im staring through walls or something..

Copyright © xregret4romance ... [ 2007-11-05 08:26:32]
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Re: Staring Through Walls (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Monday, 5th November 2007 @ 04:55:07 PM AEST
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this sounds like you are frustrated and it has very good expresson.. it sounds like alot of frustration and confusion going on.. but very well written..

rock on,

vampyress Jenni

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