What was left when the fire has gone? I thought i felt right but the right was wrong, all caught up in the eye of the storm, and trying to figure out what its like moving on. And I dont even know what kind of things Ive said, my mouth keep moving but my mind went dead, so picking all the pieces now were to begin, the hardest part of ending is starting again. This is not the end, this is not the beginning, just a voice like a riot rocking every revision, but you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm, and though the sound sounds steady something is empty within em. We say Yeah! with fists flying up in the air, like were holding onto something thats invisible there, cause were living at the mercy of the pain and the fear. Until we dead it, forget it, let it all disappear.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 19:00:53 +0000
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