Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Chastised
3.08.04
Running out of time
Running out of pennies
I lost the quarter at the dime
Now I’m sore and empty
Chastised and beaten
We arrive at these doorsteps
Looking beyond with misted eyes
But we can’t get beyond ourselves
Running out of room
I’m suffocating inside myself
You don’t hear, and you don’t care
You wouldn’t hold me- so I fell
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]