Your emotions crumble………… like bricks of clay.
Colored………… every shade of grey.
A lucid dream,
A graveyard screams.
Your love is on my tombstone.
The sky is now a yellow foggy snow.
The ground is colder than your heart.
I’m so alone, walking slowly, softly, moaning, and growing weary? Tired? Ill?
I’m made with broken pieces. I’m filled with broken hearts. If I was smart I’d **** this pain. I’d drown in alcohol.
Falling, falling, falling, falling, and falling, without hope.
I called your name five times and woke.
Apr 22, 2012
Apr 22, 2012 at 10:50 PM UTC
Your emotions crumble………… like bricks of clay.
Colored………… every shade of grey.
A lucid dream,
A graveyard screams.
Your love is on my tombstone.
The sky is now a yellow foggy snow.
The ground is colder than your heart.
I’m so alone, walking slowly, softly, moaning, and growing weary? Tired? Ill?
I’m made with broken pieces. I’m filled with broken hearts. If I was smart I’d **** this pain. I’d drown in alcohol.
Falling, falling, falling, falling, and falling, without hope.
I called your name five times and woke.
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