Sunday, January 29, 2012


do you care for me at all?
i scream above the smoke,
eyes are flitting,
vision blurred,
grey pouring down my throat.

was there any truth at all?
touch me, make me fall.
was there any truth at all?
take me, take my all.

am i going mad for you,
my darling sacred first?
will you shake my mind tonight,
shake me till i burst?

will i ever find you again?
i'll keep squinting through the smoke,
close my eyes and count to ten,
hanging on to hope

we suffered for this art,
we bled upon the pages,

we suffer for our hearts,
and cover up the grazes.

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