Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Incoming...
Though not falling once again, there's this weird smell in the air. When you tell me it's OK, I'm sure it's just one more game, 'cause you always liked to play, kneeling just to run away...
Cold's the distance that got so undeniable and permanent. Blackest eyes I'll never see, for their horizon's too far, far too gone to be for me...
Blinding paths lit underneath shocking blue and clear skies that run over my failing breath, just draw one, I'll pay you ten. Secrets better kept inside usually come out and laugh. Seems my face is so unique they just can't hold on and crack, though I don't complain that much, you know I live pretty well, nice and slow, sometimes on the edge, falling, creeping everyone in and out, then once more they take the lead, show my dark side to the Sun, grab my arm, and I just know...
It's my time to be alone...
 
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