Old Myspace Post

Thursday, July 20, 2006 3:22 AM

Bath/Confused
Current mood: calm
Everything is washed away.
The white floods and bleeds.
Forgive me, for I have sinned.
Silver baths me.
The torrent of clean is suffocating.
My fingers relax, letting the only grip I have on reality falter for a moment.
The free fall into your imagination is exciting to me.
The rest I desire won't come.
Trick me into a dreamless sleep.
That sounds safe.
Much the way you sounded safe, back in the day.

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I'm not quite clear why I pretend I don't want in.
Maybe its the need to lie to myself.
Perhaps its my old friend, fear, once more for whatever reason.
I can't open up anymore, yet I have the desire.
I desperately want it all to gush out of me.
I want to give this feeling away, but I'm not cruel enough to present this mess to anyone.
Everything is this shamble of imprefection I have created.
I've waited so long.
I've held on for so long.
It never ends, and it's time to let go.