Bottom of a Cliff

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Dec 31, 2008


The words are breaking through the bones
Snapping like splinters in a tree
My chest makes my veins drip
--------------- Disgusting when you remember me

My wrists are screaming out like telephones
No one hear to pick it up
It's okay it's not your fault
----------- Maybe next time, better luck

The music's haunting through my head
I hate the words once they are sung
But there's no taking words back
----------- Just wait until it's done

If you close your eyes, can you still see
See me bleeding on your floor
Does the red look violent
------- Violent like "I don't love you anymore"

Your words are pounding through my body
Still stings the same as when you spoke
But the difference between now and then
---- I've run out of air to chock

Can you still visualize me on your floor?
What do my eyes look like now?
Don't worry if they're black and dead
It's fitting feeling low.

<After all, it is the bottom of a cliff.>

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