November 18, 2014

  • I watch the same movies when I'm sad
    Because her death, her pain
    Reflects my pain like a mirror
    It isn't ludicrous that a man could
    Go on to terrorize someone's soul
    Reach deep down into her pores
    Scoop out something intangible
    Draw an invisible line in the invisible sand
    I made other plans, listened to that song again
    Remembering the edge of every sharp thought
    Every little emotion with a razor's edge
    I know my faults, the things that make me human
    I know I'm surrounded by broken people
    Maybe if I scrub hard enough I can wash it out