Little known pieces, moments, memories in my head
Crumpled notes, sentences I've never said.
Music, laughter, sketching in gray,
My life spilled out on canvas - this was running away.
veins exposed, vulnerable and broken,
Using one another to heal, and lost by that same token.
Monday, July 21, 2014
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Reminds me of some of the lyrics from Swans Children of God. My apologies for the intrusion.
ReplyDeleteLol, angst all tends to sound the same. :p
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