i'm the only one who can hear me now
i notice the dark with a light right in front of my face
it's horrible to have such a mind
the way it thinks
it's so sad
i send a sarcastic "thank you"
in a prayer full of tears to god
a toast to things we throw away
a punch in the face and a knife in the heart
the pain of eyes glued to the ceiling
the words scarred upon a vein on fire
the breath it takes to whisper "hallelujah"
these things make up the salt and water
that falls from your eyes
every time you remember
that everything dies
© 2004
Nice song... one of my favorites actually... And nice poem. And sorry about before...
Posted 8/23/2004 4:48 AM by secrets_unfolded
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