There is no knife that can cut as deep as you.
Baptisms save no one...reassurance of mind is nice though.
My mind and my room, filling us inside and out.
All of the little things I barely use.
The same things, done and done.
Words become repetition just as the Earth and Motion.
And what of the countless people who take their dreams and write them on paper
as they take their lives, and write them on paper?
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
There is no knife that can cut as deep as you.
Baptisms save no one...reassurance of mind is nice though.
My mind and my room, filling us inside and out.
All of the little things I barely use.
The same things, done and done.
Words become repetition just as the Earth and Motion.
And what of the countless people who take their dreams and write them on paper
as they take their lives, and write them on paper?
