Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Time wearing thin
time that can't win.
And when I finally leave,
will I be able to swim?
I dont think I can without him.

They're just so sick.
I dont see how I fit.
Definitely not by wit.
And theyre morals, complete bullshit.

Often, my eyes are found wet
What happens when the dam does let?
Will all my needs finally be met?
Or will I just be caught in another net?

I’m not looking forward to the move
anymore.
All I imagine is finding myself back on that
tile floor.

Covered in blood,
yet still craving more.
Breaking my promise,
revisiting the core.

Time traveling,
like the butterfly effect,
erasing all the progress
that had taken affect.

I can’t imagine his face,
the disgust
the disgrace
but he expected it, and he still left.

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