Dandylion
02-17-2004, 03:52 PM
Its long dark nights like these
that make my wrists ache,
pull me towards the bathroom
where I try to keep the razor contained.
Ive been doing this all wrong,
too slow down the creases of past scars.
Tough tissue doesnt bleed
like my eyes do from this window
of my soul.
Its all to much this time,
happiness fades like chalk in the dust.
I keep feeling the itch, the burn
to carve my wing out,
free them from my insides
where they scrape against my bones.
The atmosphere is too heavy now,
it's so hard to fly
with all the pressure pulling me down.
I want to run into the night,
feel the blood escaping in waves
until this painful light is just
a horrible memory.
that make my wrists ache,
pull me towards the bathroom
where I try to keep the razor contained.
Ive been doing this all wrong,
too slow down the creases of past scars.
Tough tissue doesnt bleed
like my eyes do from this window
of my soul.
Its all to much this time,
happiness fades like chalk in the dust.
I keep feeling the itch, the burn
to carve my wing out,
free them from my insides
where they scrape against my bones.
The atmosphere is too heavy now,
it's so hard to fly
with all the pressure pulling me down.
I want to run into the night,
feel the blood escaping in waves
until this painful light is just
a horrible memory.