Wishes.
6:38 p.m. + 2006-06-16

Tears,
They roll down my face
Like Rain
Rolling down a window pane.
The look of despair when you
Know you're going nowhere
The scream in the night when you're
Too heartbroken to wake up in the morning light
And the scrape of the blade across delicate skin
And the wait as the hate flows, no, pours making
Beautiful patterns on the kitchen floor.

I love the way it dances in the artificial light,
The way my body casts shadows.
Lying on the floor with one arm above me
And the other in a puddle, I'm in a muddle on the floor
Falling faster, what a disaster that you'll regret forever more.

Say those words. Take it back. Be those things that,
Right now, you lack.
Back, bring me back. You see me lying in the
Puddle, in a muddle on the kitchen floor and
You know that you'll regret it forever more
And you sink to your knees with your head
In your hands. This is my last stand.

This is my last stand.

Use me, abuse me, take what you want.
You can't hurt me anymore.
How does it feel, knowing my pain's gone
And you're still living on with every hurtful
Look, and every spiteful word. How does it feel
Knowing that

I still loved you with my very last breath
I looked up at you and smiled a smile
So fake it was worthless then it all
Faded to black like the last
Fatal scene.


The curtain rises and the curtain falls.
The play write's the one that knows it all.
The audience watch, wait, anticipate.
It's always a happy ending.

Yet, behind this fake facade are
Broken dreams, silhouettes and memories.
Twisted thoughts turn red and green,
Then fade to black like the
Last, fatal scene.
The play write forgot about
"Happily ever after",
And so it ends with disaster.
Disaster.

before & after

last five
Secrets. - 2006-07-28
Again. - 2006-06-16
Wishes. - 2006-06-16
The Perfect Storm - 2006-06-16
Wish Upon A Star - 2006-06-16

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