Perhaps the familiar yet unnoticed crevices in the walls must mean more to me than the very same crevices which will forevermore remain hidden in the depths of my heart.
They're all pieced together,
forming an abstractly numb
piece of art.
Incisions, Incisions,
Made by false, ignorant decisions.
Beautifully arrayed intervals of nothing but enigmatic space.
When you part, your soul hath but a trace.
Done caring.
About the permanent , lethal damage that has been done
By far more than just one.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Perhaps the familiar yet unnoticed crevices in the walls must mean more to me than the very same crevices which will forevermore remain hidden in the depths of my heart.
They're all pieced together,
forming an abstractly numb
piece of art.
Incisions, Incisions,
Made by false, ignorant decisions.
Beautifully arrayed intervals of nothing but enigmatic space.
When you part, your soul hath but a trace.
Done caring.
About the permanent , lethal damage that has been done
By far more than just one.
