We know that everything, everything ends. At least thats what we hope for. Plagued by our past and were doomed to repeat ourselves. Afraid of the thoughts that dance in revolutions, and circle the mind like a snare: Binding me, Im just trying to feel something. Cold and stale, searching for warmth inside of every promise wasted. You wrap yourself around me, but I can only sense your presence. Youre nothing but a carcass. Ive never felt more alone than I did on those nights I spent watching you sleep. Youre the furthest thing from me, and youve been there from the start. An empty shell, youre vacant and it scares me to death.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 16:29:03 +0000
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