You cut your head on the bedside table Your temple bled as you were unable to remember The lines of what you were reading About someone deciding to quit speaking What I was just reading About s

You cut your head on the bedside table
Your temple bled as you were unable to remember
The lines of what you were reading
About someone deciding to quit speaking

What I was just reading
About someone deciding to quit speaking
Began to dissolve into my lap
As the wor

I don't know if it's worth it
I don't know if I should keep trying
when most signs point to giving up
if there were someone to take advice from
would he say give up

Am I losing what should be mine
I don't know if I really mind
or am I misusing what's not mine
wh

The light burned out
I couldn't see how to change it
I couldn't move at all
and thought I might slip and fall
so I decided to stand there
and wait until morning

In the dark
do things make a difference
in the emptiness
do things ever change

to be crushed is not to be hit and then left to recover. it's to be left untouched, unable to pass from one place to another.

to be crushed is not to be held down by some minor influence. it's to be left alone with nothing to understand.

to be drowning is not to be suffered as some c

To be crushed is not to be hit and then left to recover It's to be left untouched, unable to pass from one place to another To be crushed is not to be held down by some minor influence It's to be

We used to go out on rainy nights
All by ourselves in bars
Trying not to come home too soon
We keep staring at the moon
With rainy eyes
We try
Not to forget the lies
We tell the mirror each night
After whiskey cheers
The smoke from cars exhausts
They show

Half sunk in the mud
With one eye showing
A cracked smile
And hair still growing
Your hands miles apart
As if they'd never met
You were the happiest
I'd seen you yet

I left thinking that I would be back
but I never did return
if you would forgive me I'd forgive myself
but forgiveness never has these terms
the sky was as dark as the thoughts I was thinking
it was ignored by the moon
if you would believe me I'd believe myself
but be

floating up to the hole in the sky, to the casual wink of uranus's wandering eye.
i looked down somewhere over europe and let down a rope with zeus on my side.
kypress was pointing her bony finger at the hole she'd make in turkey's belly. kithira could hear nothing else but the noise o

What have you done
How could you be so
So many times
Accidents don't happen this much
Not this time every day
It's such a bad excuse
To wait for tomorrow
To think another day's
Enough to wait for the next

Do you really need time?
You know I can't leave

you want to talk about things you won't understand? then give me your ears. put them in my hands. give me your hands. put them over my ears so i don't have to hear a thing i say
if it makes me think.

i can't talk about things i don't understand so i leave it here in empty hands and i l

Looking at this empty room
Hearing these sounds
Whose distance I can't measure
Through these walls
I heard, this is someone's expression
It's no use
I tried to look at this I know I can't hide it
The specters are rabid
And it's this room that they inhabit

I'm leaving what I made behind
I'll have to let it speak for itself
Just make sure that I'm remembered
Not for good or bad just not forgotten

If I could lift my arm I'd grab yours
If I could open my eyes I wouldn't do it
I'll never know what it's like to feel safe again

The bed at night is a life raft In the ocean of the dark I hang my hands over the sides Pray to God knows what Drifting somewhere in the black air Feeling only the blanket And the weight of th

the bed at night is a life raft in the ocean of the dark. i hang my hands over the sides, pray to god knows what.

drifting somewhere in the black air, feeling only the blanket and the weight of the mattress. the mistress of the sheets.

too many successive nights of being miserable

your living will harden as there's more time to kill each cell. each day that you dwell on a sense of life that threatens response will little regard
on a sense of pain against which god is no guard.
and I pray for you as you asked me to, but still I wonder what good it will do. I pray f

My room has never been this quiet
I can hear the dust collecting on the fridge that doesn't work
I can hear the candle burning
I can hear my ears working
but I still hear nothing when I listen for your voice

Just myself thinking that if I were to hear you
I think I woul

More than ever it seems true to say
Things won't always be this way
The ways we've thought to get this far
Are as outdated as we are

But I won't change it and neither will you
When what seemed the appropriate are now the wrong things to do
If in every act there's someth

I wiped away the sweat on my face
And I looked around the room
There was nothing out of place
But nothing was happening too soon
I could see the empty chair
Leaning against its shadow
Even though there was nothing there
There was something in my eyes followed
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