the idle hands of promise. |
wrists swollen and scarred by failure.
i could never spit all the right words,
i could only slip on the silence, choke on the absence.
its that time of year again and still youre not here.
its a ...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Oct 2004 17:14:00 GMT |
these pills won't sleep... |
i wrote a symphony of silence to be played by the most promising of orchestras... but the sheet music is smudged, the lines are unclear and the string section is out of tune. the house lights dim to r...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jul 2004 23:39:00 GMT |
:a:question:of:time: |
these are the coldest of nights, wrapped in silence & memory. there are ghosts of us everywhere & if i squint my eyes hard enough... i can almost make believe that im still there. if i could only wake...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Dec 2003 01:11:00 GMT |
