Bleeding now I'm
Crying out I'm
Falling down and I'm
Feeling nothing like
Laughing now I'm
Stopping now I'm
Reaching out and I'm
Feeling nothing
Yeah, you have created a rift within me
Now there have been several complications
That have left me feeling nothing
I might say, you were wrong to take it from me
Left me feeling nothing
Crawling now I'm
Beaten down I'm
Tortured now and I'm
Feeling nothing like
Hunting now I'm
Stalking now I'm
Reaching out and I'm
Killing nothing
I can feel you ripping and teaching
Feeding and growing inside of me
I want this, more than you know
I need this, give it back to me
“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King
4-30-11 = Best Day of My Life
Friday, July 07, 2006
Numb
Disturbed
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I'm really enjoying your blog. Keep writing!
ReplyDeleteI also added you to "Bull's Bloggers" over on my place.
Bull, out.
thanks :) dont plan stopping anytime soon.
ReplyDeletei can get on a tyrade sometimes, tho! lol