squeeze that solo out of me.

datafox · 04-15-2008, 11:32 PM

We're all living with a ghost.
Him with her - in the room she died in.
You with them - breathing their last in your arms.
In your arms.
Her with I.
Reading bedtime stories to calm me.

"Smells like" ****ing "teen spirit" in here,
he says a few more days.
I say.
Agony.
Who am I in love with anymore?
Myself? Or the idea?
Distortion confuses me, it's all I can hear.
I can't see straight.

The water hits me like icicles. I feel pierced all over.
My skin is bleeding.
All over your shirt.
All over your life.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It just happens.

04-15-2008, 11:32 PM	#1 (permalink)
datafox Groupie Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: Canada Posts: 30	squeeze that solo out of me. We're all living with a ghost. Him with her - in the room she died in. You with them - breathing their last in your arms. In your arms. Her with I. Reading bedtime stories to calm me. "Smells like" ****ing "teen spirit" in here, he says a few more days. I say. Agony. Who am I in love with anymore? Myself? Or the idea? Distortion confuses me, it's all I can hear. I can't see straight. The water hits me like icicles. I feel pierced all over. My skin is bleeding. All over your shirt. All over your life. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It just happens.