BLaMed

[goodnitestar]

come on move over the night is falling dim now , the light is growing scarce , not a single reflection is seen in the mirror , nor the window pane. just a million dollar stylistic fame preaching hourly sermons into a tiny hole of hope, faith with little greed, with little room for a seed.
i had to ignore you, and me , and what dissembles my feeling for a persons affection. i guess the bones ache for my own habitat, my own demise, my own satisfaction.

when this is selfish , it is the same as being afraid of the dark.
nothing can hurt you, but what is unseen may alter any chance of knowing. getting over, moving on , isnt the same anymore, everything is different, with the lacking of sensitivity, the absence of what i used to want in a person. its all just up to the air now , like the feelings i tried to kill have long been destroyed
just to keep amends here.

so that next time around i would be already cast and bandaged, waiting for the blood to spill. protecting myself is all i can see here. these eyes dont seem to look past that film of past indulgence, coating my body with a indifferent desiese...when i know i could , i can trust you, this time it is something else stratching around, something that might say i could be hapy , with you in my arms, your hand in mine unwinding the bandages across my chest opening my heart beating at best

 

[harraser]

this is really good, the way it was written almost reminded me of some of the things ive written....

thanks for posting it top notch work