realities are shifting
in and out like sliding doors,
nothing left but the drifting
of my mind through open pores.
I'm sweating love and pain
leaving so quick like it's ashamed
to be a shimmer on my skin.
let the withdrawals begin.
Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 12:33 PM UTC
realities are shifting
in and out like sliding doors,
nothing left but the drifting
of my mind through open pores.
I'm sweating love and pain
leaving so quick like it's ashamed
to be a shimmer on my skin.
let the withdrawals begin.