Saturday, July 21, 2007

:: Lovedrug ::

I want to make you happy,
But I've fallen -

I'm sorry.

I thought my wings could hold me up -
with angels,

not demons.

You don't know how cool you are;
to find the ways to love me -

without shame.

I want my life to be red
with trees and,

like autumn

I'd float away from evil -
and down towards

the healing.

So sad that we have become
The children trapped in the mazes.

I'd give my soul to the one;

Who has the courage to find me,


... and free me.

_

spoken. at 8:25 PM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."