Teetering on the edge of madness
Balancing on a foundation of matchsticks
The world rocks and rotates
A swirl of nausea and regrets
Feelings spill out at whim
Marbles scattered across the kitchen floor
Shattered fragments, fractured dreams
Dissipating faster then recovery flails
Light another cigarette
Drink another beer
Chest hurts
Knots of fear
It’s what I don’t get
That’s the just desserts
-Grinth
Don't ask me, I don't know
Posted by Grinth Sunday, September 03, 2006 at 11:17 AM
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10:27 PM
That's actually really good. I didn't know you had that in you.
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