punkpixie
07/28/05, 12:15 PM
Ok I'm just trying out a few new things because lately I can't stop writing. You can tell me if it sucks the big one...
I’m tired of spending my nights just thinking, because I don’t think things by halves. So rest assured when you’re tucked up, I’ll be trussed up, with these disturbing thoughts. Picture me, dressed up in faith and on my arms are all your biggest hates. Yes, I realise this is silly, and everyone’s written it before, but I’m not in the mood for straight talking, there’s a phantom at my door. He says ‘you better let me in if you want to sleep tonight' I’m sitting with letters and pages of all the things you should do when you get an apparition at your door, but my window is open. So what’s the use? So, I’ll just sit here and wait until he finds his way in, until I’m told my whole brain is a sin. I’m just writing like you would do if you saw a phantom, and these words are just like pin pricks to an addict’s skin. Join the dots to pass the time. Fake a line. You are breathing louder than you think and he can hear you. There’s a voice inside that decides he wants to scream at the top of his lungs. But now is not the time. There never is. Eyes are clocks in the face of a mirror, when you see how you have aged. And yes you are old. Or older. Though not in spirit. There you are already dead.
I’m tired of spending my nights just thinking, because I don’t think things by halves. So rest assured when you’re tucked up, I’ll be trussed up, with these disturbing thoughts. Picture me, dressed up in faith and on my arms are all your biggest hates. Yes, I realise this is silly, and everyone’s written it before, but I’m not in the mood for straight talking, there’s a phantom at my door. He says ‘you better let me in if you want to sleep tonight' I’m sitting with letters and pages of all the things you should do when you get an apparition at your door, but my window is open. So what’s the use? So, I’ll just sit here and wait until he finds his way in, until I’m told my whole brain is a sin. I’m just writing like you would do if you saw a phantom, and these words are just like pin pricks to an addict’s skin. Join the dots to pass the time. Fake a line. You are breathing louder than you think and he can hear you. There’s a voice inside that decides he wants to scream at the top of his lungs. But now is not the time. There never is. Eyes are clocks in the face of a mirror, when you see how you have aged. And yes you are old. Or older. Though not in spirit. There you are already dead.