You know what, I'm tired.
Save your rest for tomorrow's best.
There's a chance there might be
Enough will to do it.
Who could this be?
Merely a voice in dark shadow.
Drip drip.
Pools my soul's open wound.
Hearts tore open- verbal violence.
And his eyes were like mirrors.
Into the ocean ceiling bled every crystal tear.
In his eyes I saw the
Loudest I would hear.
I blink he blinks
We blinked we blinked.
Sept 8th, 2005
