Friday, January 21, 2011

Hangover

sunlight throwing glares off polished steel
keep this nightmare inside
trapped in the valleys of my insanity
crippled dreams and has been thoughts
run rivers through the streets
of my kingdom
this is madness pouring
from the scorched skies
and i stand alone
trembling hands and bending knees

fuck

i should write you a letter and let you know
i still wear your ring
on a necklace i bought for you
but never had a chance to give you
tell you one last time
that i'll be fine
when the sun stops shining
and the world stops spinning
after all the sad songs have been written
and the colors of life have
faded into the last drunken sunset

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