My thoughts, unable together to piece, are left
drip drop dripping away no! no!
Scattered? Scattered discovery inconsistently applied
and forgotten, yes.
They all go insane, Brothers of Icarus, driven on;
please stop, too much; to ask that is.
The broken heart is blind
but the broken mind can't close its eye.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
My thoughts, unable together to piece, are left
drip drop dripping away no! no!
Scattered? Scattered discovery inconsistently applied
and forgotten, yes.
They all go insane, Brothers of Icarus, driven on;
please stop, too much; to ask that is.
The broken heart is blind
but the broken mind can't close its eye.
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