Friday, January 16, 2009

Whether I Fall, Means Nothing At All

This is how it numbs
This is how it dumbs
Baby, just make me bleed

An eightball of amazement
Erased him from my mind
Passion, anger, frustration
Intermingle and intertwine
The powder, so persuasive
Eratically sublime

This is how a heartaches
This is how a soul breaks
Repungnant and diseased
This is why I don't wanna stay clean

the solitude eases silence
It beats like the ticking of time
Loosing interest in the violence
Pretending everything is fine

Sick as all your secrets
Of all these twisted misfits
What does all this mean ?
this is why I can't stay clean

This is how a heart can die
This is the last time I'll cry
Temporary temptations
Alleviates the pain of penetration

This is not an explanation
Or an excuse for self-medication
This is just the only way I could grieve
And this is why I gotta stay clean

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