Resolve the notices that you hold so close. Pinch your nerves, and fill them with lead. Don't reserve what your tongue says. Let the love and hate steady your way. Spill your path, until waves crash and ease your pain. Your body begins to echo and quake. Dirt fills your lungs and maybe its to late. Use your nails to carve your own grave. A final request of love and hate to warm frozen skin and begin once again.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 7:37 PM UTC
Resolve the notices that you hold so close. Pinch your nerves, and fill them with lead. Don't reserve what your tongue says. Let the love and hate steady your way. Spill your path, until waves crash and ease your pain. Your body begins to echo and quake. Dirt fills your lungs and maybe its to late. Use your nails to carve your own grave. A final request of love and hate to warm frozen skin and begin once again.