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Again 11:00 p.m. 2005-03-15 Blatantly afraid of your failure and the phenomena you've dedicated so much to. Like knives you will constrict my veins and leave this shell empty and useless. I feel.... I fell. Your rules and your society be damned I am without meaning and without worth. These words are all I have and they are a static misrepresentation of a boy. I am coloring your eyes green in hopes that it will change how you feel. I am burning the memory ingrained in flesh for a time when tragedy is something to be looked upon with fondness. I am just waiting for a time when these words feel right again back & forth |