Friday, November 18, 2011

September 24, 2008

I'm in an empty room with nothing but my thoughts
Memories so fresh and the sadness of loss
My cloudy days are stormy; sunny days overcast at best
It's still alive inside of me - it will not go to rest

The pain cuts like a knife, the wounds run long and deep
Torn flesh and muscle; the blood begins to seep
It spills onto the floor and pools around my feet
My white flag has been waved; I've admitted defeat

Every single thought revolves around you
And the overwhelming betrayal of knowing none of it was true

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