The Sound of Light Slipping Through the Dusty Windows

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Nov 3, 2008


Blood drip
Sweat stink
Heart beating on the floor
But it doesn't want to anymore

Cold hands
Regrets
Vodka bottles and little pills
Life hurts but hurt kills

Clenching fists
Goodnight kiss
Drowning in one last cry
That's your lullaby

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  • 16 years ago

    by StandStill

    Jesse....
    iloveyou. think before you do the things you write about..i like the title.

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