I can hear the echoes crashing
Over everything we’ve said.
Our filth bounces off the walls
So beautifully back into our heads.
You scream at me,
I shout at you,
The waves spread and destroy the room.
A wave of carnage,
Our wreckage of a catharsis,
And I’m in love with you.
So here we are,
Piecing back the rubble
And picking out the shrapnel,
But lovers know that for wounds;
You’re always going to have them.
I’m tired so I’ll let you fall
Away to your way back home.
I’ll bleed until I die
While I wither all alone.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
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