Torn Away,
Ripped Apart.
Leaving Broken Shards
Like Glass On The Floor.
All You Thought Was There
Disappeared
Gone
There No More.
The One You Thought You Knew
The One You Thought You Controlled.
This Seems To Be The Only Release
The Only Release You Can Find.
So Take The Flesh And Make It Part
Blood Spatter Drips Like Art
Feel The Pain Sink In
And The Thoughts Slide Out
Reminisce as you lose yourself
Your Fingers Icy Cold Losing Grip
On The Life You Held Around The Throat
The One You Thought You Knew
The One You Thought You Controlled.
This Seems To Be The Only Release
The Only Release You Can Find.
Think Harder Look Faster.
It’s All Gone.
Hope Slips Away As The Heart Beat Fails
Crimson Drips In Little Trails
The Inner Sense Of Conscious
Leaves Behind All Its Betrayals
The One You Thought You Knew
The One You Thought You Controlled.
This Seems To Be The Only Release
The Only Release You Can Find.
All That Remains.
The Words Printed Clearly
Crimson.
Red.
All For You.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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