The clock swollen thumbs
knees can't keep still these hands they lose control
these things are getting old and time it molds
I won't be the rejected flying in circles cooked in your silent nights
keep me in your prays sweetly locked in your precious dreams can you hear me scream?
I'm bleeding in and out words fall from my mouth but you can't here them
whispers bouncing off the walls but you don't listen
but i can no longer stand your ignorance
feeling uncomplete i won't be here all alone waiting for us to get along
so i bid you goodbye so nice to see you try
--Dark Princess
darkgothic_queen · Wed May 16, 2007 @ 06:17pm · 0 Comments |