untitled by lesser bear on Flickr.
Day 240/365 ~ It is What You Read when You Don’t Have To that Determines What You Will Be When You Can’t Help It by Amanda Mabel on Flickr.
I was in a pissed off mood all day. So I just wrote something, and put this sloppy piece of shit together.
Broken Fingers.
Lyrics:
I can feel the wind crawl up my skin.
Like spiders, your memory haunts me.
I still see you sitting in my room in that chair.
Violence on the tips of your lips.
Remember the dull yellow light?
A flame which brought you home at night
Come back to me, I’d call.
Come back to me.
I bare the scars of your fingers.
Which sear my skin.
I look through the fire to find a face, I can call my own.
But you’re all I know.
(What have you done to me?)
Remember the dull yellow light?
A flame which brought you back at night.
Come back to me I’d call.
Come back to me.
Come back to me.
Leave me be, I’d whisper.
Currently Reading: The Postmortal - Drew Magary
Crosswinds - J. Tillman
Even until the darkest hour
When the lives we left are gone forever
We hover on the crosswinds
There is time to meet again
Even until the darkest hour
Only to speak so soft,
I could see everything around me,
But I heard my demons got the best of me.
They cut my ankles - so to speak.
And now as I stare at the reflecting pool -
I resemble a faceless beast. To be feared.
(To pity.)
I dete(veryone)st no one.
Only to speak so loud, I heard nothing.
I saw nothing.
I said nothing.
I speak nothing.
When did words loose their meaning?
When did I loose my meaning?
I did this earlier - I hope you like it. hahaha.
Like a Dream - Marissa Wood
