blaquebutterfli
08-01-2003, 02:12 PM
screaming cause I forget
the sound of my voice
blinded by the thought
of
one
more
day
here I am not
what I thought I should be
ten miles away
from a future
battered, broken, blistered
still
one
step
ahead
of remembering why
I live where you chose to die
the sound of my voice
blinded by the thought
of
one
more
day
here I am not
what I thought I should be
ten miles away
from a future
battered, broken, blistered
still
one
step
ahead
of remembering why
I live where you chose to die