no matter what my unstable mind conceives:
my hands will always shake,
my bones continue to break.
my lips won't stop quivering and
my eyes can't stop wandering.
the walls of my heart are made from stone
ive been constructing my own personal babel
from the shattered pieces of eden.
words have all worn out their meaning
may the blood running down my arm be atonement enough.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)