Monday, April 9, 2012


as I lay me down to die
I'll count them all
you've never tried

to live or love
or what's beneath

you've never seen
why I'm so keen
to bleed for things I cannot see

yet I can feel
them in between
the sheets upstairs in which you lie

mascara scabs
and painted sighs

you said the world should go away
the town was painted
the world is grey

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