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by beautisworthless   Nov 2, 2007


I count the moments I'm without you
my breath is in my chest
and though you see iv lost you to
i know its for the best
I cried a thousand tears
but realization dawned its dress
and in the candlelight room
i dinned with reality's press
the cameras filtered in my head
the lights so down and low
and while in the bedroom the
my thoughts undressed
to show what i already know
the front page news showed it all
the horror and the hate
i hear them pound against each other
sanity's taken its fate
but i remember the memory's there
the loneliness the gore
and all the spotlights are on me
when i dream of it one more

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