That Which Is Detached.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Lets burn our love to ashes, and cry our tears to death. Before living out this lie inside, gasping gasping for breath. You could hold on the what we fake to try, you could wish to break away. But these wounds thats cover our fingertips, are bleeding forth to stay. So take my hand, even through this. Take my broken faith. Open your lips to swallow all that comes from it. Taste the poisonous desperation, touch the wilted smile. This has happened between our past lives, but it will last for all of time.

1 comment:

Fareed said...

You will not cease to amaze me, will you? :)