Hours of darkness
I sit here in situated scenarios
Gnawing over estimated ruins
Staring at imperfect forgotten pictures of you
Beat fear in the mentality of collapsed tolerance
Whispers of conversations throughout the walls
I am nothing if not bored by you
One too many ends to an end
Voices inhabit the sins of silence in isolation
I’d be lying if I said good-bye
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 10:01 AM UTC
Hours of darkness
I sit here in situated scenarios
Gnawing over estimated ruins
Staring at imperfect forgotten pictures of you
Beat fear in the mentality of collapsed tolerance
Whispers of conversations throughout the walls
I am nothing if not bored by you
One too many ends to an end
Voices inhabit the sins of silence in isolation
I’d be lying if I said good-bye
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