Unfinished

by Unseen Exposure   May 9, 2007


Each staggered breath is a fleeting memory,
A moment that could not sustain.
Watching you from a distance, now, where once was eye to eye.
You speak the language hate-
But now I've risen above it.
Must you empty your thoughts into my heart?
This physique is not ill bred, nor is my love dirty.
So go ahead and scream those things;
I no longer need to plug my ears.
Your voice is fading, swiftly fading.

unfinished, i just dont have time to finish right now. im not sure it even makes sense.

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