In love
The grey area
Grabs eyes
And make dark
Sight bereft of light
Like
Shades on a blind mans face
A distasteful state
Tastless
No tongue in cheek
Just expressing
No expressions
No feelings
No impressions
Emotionless
Motionless
Holding this knife tight
By the blades
Your cries
I tried to hear them.
Beat the eardrums
Til they bust
Death to sound
Sounds so violent
Deaf to sound
Sounds so silent
I walk away
But
The sign is
Trying to warn
Since its
Senseless
To try to read
I'll walk into the street
The red light
Stops my life short
The
Road killed
Me
And left a foul stench
But I would never know
I never stopped
To smell the roses
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:07 PM UTC
In love
The grey area
Grabs eyes
And make dark
Sight bereft of light
Like
Shades on a blind mans face
A distasteful state
Tastless
No tongue in cheek
Just expressing
No expressions
No feelings
No impressions
Emotionless
Motionless
Holding this knife tight
By the blades
Your cries
I tried to hear them.
Beat the eardrums
Til they bust
Death to sound
Sounds so violent
Deaf to sound
Sounds so silent
I walk away
But
The sign is
Trying to warn
Since its
Senseless
To try to read
I'll walk into the street
The red light
Stops my life short
The
Road killed
Me
And left a foul stench
But I would never know
I never stopped
To smell the roses
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