stuff
September 2nd, 2005
is it something I have said?
or somewhere I have tread?
perhaps its all just in my head,
and will cease when I leave my bed.
A,iitw
A,iitw
cold the words that fall,
shattering on burning ears,
as though spoken to a wall.
droplets from a burning eye,
running down inside,
begging to know why.
shadows of a nameless thing,
waiting for the final sting,
finding nothing left to cling.
upon this thing I lay my hand,
this is not what I would have planned,
yet will I stay and make my stand.