Sunday, July 17, 2011

One minute to 4 (AM)

one minute to four

rain falls heavy on my window
trying to fall asleep, blindfolded
covering with fresh, warm lies, i smile
yet, tears fall heavy on my pillow.

clouds cover me away
curtains folding in between me and a world
that has been turned upside down.
violent inner pain keeps a steady tempo of decay.

what's true and what's not i can't tell
trying to put together shattered pieces of what we once were
agonizing over what could have been
i walk in silence on a road straight to hell.

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