There's a point which past we cannot return. When the mirror breaks, you finally see just how broken you are yourself. Cracks formed in the shallowest surface of my mind and I break. The tiny hairline fracture along your heart tears into a chasm and everything falls black. Yet again, we drown deeper and deeper choking on our own words to sing the song that never was. The song of love. We bleed the dream to find one hope, one day, where something finally goes right. I'm tired of singing, because my voice keeps going out. I know not what you can hear with those keen ears, but I don't mind that you'll listen to my silence.
XxFragmented_RealityxX · Sat Jul 18, 2009 @ 02:40pm · 0 Comments |