Apr 15, 2005 22:02
the terror of waiting to hear simple words...
you silent, soundless killer... your quiet promises making another side to the coin i've tossed... fortune... don't... fail... me... now...
i want arms, i want warmth, i'd give more than half of everything i have... all i need are the needles that keep me propped upright in this life... the rest is
Leave a comment
Comments 2
micah
Reply
micah
Reply
Leave a comment