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Myself 6:17 p.m. 2005-04-17 A cancer blooming in our lungs and in these veins. Fragility drowned in alcohol and these memories like fragments of porcelain and steel. Refuted and rejected these night terrors that keep us awake and break our ears. And I said we've had enough. Besides you're bleeding. And in the fallow wake of the night before I'm gasping for air and wondering where you were when I needed saving. Salvation at the hands of the ones I never noticed. I guess its just happenstance. And I think it changed me. So Fuck You back & forth |