It all bleeds from my head over the walls I try to bleed but they just was not high enough can't teast what I have hidden away the secert passage of time or be it as it may?
Sounding like a stoner need it not be it
I try to understand FOCUS on the dark part FOCUS on the lost part FOCUS scratch the whisper in my mind FOCUS
feeling Excited yet weik it comes from the sand
DON'T REACT QUIT! Bring it all out of me
falling.... Falling...... Falling......... Say it again & again
SUFFER
hold it underneath little red sneakers
TENDER
Quit...can you hear it?
Just a strum of you're guitar do you really know the real me? Why is it you look so uncomphterbul? To me we all look exactly the same
DO IT!
So we forgive & forget and move on so scary how together we seem to melth away and if you blink you miss it then feel it on the flore time is just another lie
unsatisfactory
DON'T BELIEVE IT
skito 666
This was never a poem, just the writing I do to calm myself it's allways scary things I don't even remember or understand, sometimes it's good so I hold on to it like this one. Written in 2007