Safe and Secure?
Who me...
And so we gather
some tearful, strained convulsions, leaking sorrow...
Good
Moralistic virtuous...
I have swallowed some harsh words
my lungs could not breathe...
We plant flowers in our chests
and bloom epiphanies...
It's the ones that have the deepest scars
That have the purest and caring hearts...
You know,
in your eyes...
I roll awake
my body reminds me...
~ ~ Words played from the grave ~ ~
So many years have passed and still I cry...
Delight in each day
Anew, bringing fresh chances...
Chaos generated order in numbers;
broken dreams through computerized 'no...
Believe me when I say that I've seen hell
I know its taste and touch and smell...