“Scared to death and trapped alive,
The voice it creeps and crawls and hides.
What’s left of me?
Ohhh.”
The voice it creeps and crawls and hides.
What’s left of me?
Ohhh.”
YOU ARE THE COLOR
WE ARE THE RAINBOW.”
-T.L. Hauswirth
So good,
We often fool ourselves…
So jump, or sit and burn alive.
No wrong, no right…”
My home.
:)
You’re not that tough.”
Wait…
When was that again?
This LEFT
Has no
RIGHT
So where do we go from here?
Crunching #’s to avoid
Empty [boxes]
I place myself among the “mismates”
A lonely term for the misplaced of hearts.
Rain falls outside, echoing
Memory-laced songs.
And if I close my eyes,
It almost feels like I’m home.
Almost.
Eyes open
And I realize,
I’m not waking up from this nightmare
Anytime soon.
But so do I”
;D