Day
It repeats short bursts
over and
over and
over.
Repetition after repetition,
time after time
It circles.
I am laid naked upon the cross of life
and you bare my front for me,
no more.
Are these my tears or just useless shower-water?
I'm stained.
Apr 16, 2011
Apr 16, 2011 at 9:26 AM UTC
Day
It repeats short bursts
over and
over and
over.
Repetition after repetition,
time after time
It circles.
I am laid naked upon the cross of life
and you bare my front for me,
no more.
Are these my tears or just useless shower-water?
I'm stained.
