Malakai (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cuttopieces) wrote,@ 2006-03-01 13:20:00 |
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next stop (reality)
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My eyes are bleeding between blinks,
leaving a crusted river of scars down my cheeks.
Standing at a crossroad called home,
breathing lifes collected exhaust into hapless lungs
as time passes me by faster with each diesel breath
I pollute your air with. Reality is relative to situations,
to eyes that aren't mine. The road leading forward
is blind with a midnight curl that shows the darkness
of a jungle in heat. Comforting, warm on my skin,
I walk with tired feet always onward.
Looking for the next door to your reality,
the next moment of hope to shatter beneath the weight
of my words. Blood stains the path behind,
a new road home.
.
end
.
Malakai
.
My eyes are bleeding between blinks,
leaving a crusted river of scars down my cheeks.
Standing at a crossroad called home,
breathing lifes collected exhaust into hapless lungs
as time passes me by faster with each diesel breath
I pollute your air with. Reality is relative to situations,
to eyes that aren't mine. The road leading forward
is blind with a midnight curl that shows the darkness
of a jungle in heat. Comforting, warm on my skin,
I walk with tired feet always onward.
Looking for the next door to your reality,
the next moment of hope to shatter beneath the weight
of my words. Blood stains the path behind,
a new road home.
.
end
.
Malakai
