counting off from building tops
nothing on the bottom that's pillowly soft
all my sins kept to repent
attention is for the grand jokers
and this jump isn't practical
you'll learn the world dies alone.
this is self-esteem breaking down
this is rope that hangs you off the ground
i would like to die with you
cause it's not worth living
blessed this troubled innocence
the weightlessness
has catches me off guard
the today is just a gift, they say
the future is just a day away
but yesterday is the reason why we're here
this is what agony sounds like
this is silence in the moonlight
and i'm just floating to my descent
these thoughts flirt with the graveyard
this is just some bad counterfit
or is this a good punishment?
up against the dirty floor.
i'm closer.
i'm closer.
Monday, November 9, 2009
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