Sunday, December 21, 2008

my unbearable motion

I hold my breathe and change to red
I close my thoughts
and hide the signs
I try to speak but thines eyes have met mine
its piercing deep its about to kill
This power I want to stop a stupid looking will
when will I let out this wheeping shrill
Your words are a creep and leading me straight to sleep like a dream started from a pill.

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