Monday, July 6, 2009

faximile.

as your face goes white
you find out all of the lines
that you drew so long ago
will never take you home
and your vision blurs with doubt.

this death knows you long to go home
but all of your lies drag you down.
you cry out your plea, but your skin is anchored deep
and you'll drink in the immeasurable sound.

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