i think my brain has become,
as cold and numb,
as the hand beneath my thumb.
where do i begin, where do i start?
always with a thought
provoking further loss of my tolerance
to love,
In this day its best to stay in the light,
and all that ive been is staying for the night.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 8:07 PM UTC
i think my brain has become,
as cold and numb,
as the hand beneath my thumb.
where do i begin, where do i start?
always with a thought
provoking further loss of my tolerance
to love,
In this day its best to stay in the light,
and all that ive been is staying for the night.
