6.01.2009

I'm so artsy and poetic and sad and whatnot.

Step XXXVII
Disorentation


My fingertips are feeling numb
Its been hours since I've seen the clock.
I stand up to try to dust my eyes off
Safe in bed she feels the battle has been won.

So where are you tonight?
Are you dreaming? Are you still awake?
So where are you tonight?
What have you got left to take?

all this blood has turned to sand
Its been years since I've felt so alarmed
Its been a lifetime since we fell so hard
We all all lost the will to stand.

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