Post by moonwick on Jan 4, 2007 0:57:10 GMT -5
My heart bled out the words long ago
and now there's nothing left to say
but incoherent whispers
they rise to the air and drift
over there
it's a shame the beautiful things are the things I fear most
and I watch the color drip down
leaving trails
on newly painted walls
and on windows till they look opaque
but not on me, oh nevermore
and I sit fading,
hue-less and dying
as puddles of life pool up on the floor.
and now there's nothing left to say
but incoherent whispers
they rise to the air and drift
over there
it's a shame the beautiful things are the things I fear most
and I watch the color drip down
leaving trails
on newly painted walls
and on windows till they look opaque
but not on me, oh nevermore
and I sit fading,
hue-less and dying
as puddles of life pool up on the floor.