where do you go when that little slice of Heaven
you'd been hoping for
has crumbled to dust in your hands?
and isn't it strange when
that which is protecting you from pain
has let its wounds fall upon you?
how can we sing
when the everyday static cling
muffles our voices?
how do we lift each other up
when this desease consumes
us like a sickled cancer.
Please,
don't let me become
your one-stop holiday visit
I don't want false expressions
not from you at least, please..
put that face away
that face i want not to see
run,
talk
naked
to me
you know I'd listen
your words pierce through me like an
epic chorus
don't ever, EVER smile again
unless..
you mean it
