Wednesday, December 5, 2012


I lay my head down with a cool rage
your words drift over my bed

we stay at a cease fire
collecting the fragmented feeling
covered in our ectoplasm
trying to salvage my ego off the sidewalk

realizing my passion isnt even strong enough
to sneak through this foggy night and end this fight

im stoned
and you hold the sling

drink your self right tonight

you lost a piece of me

who pushed who away
think one more time
the power of my mind
bigger then whats between the sheets

there is no white flag
just the dim orange lights on this skyline

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