A view of life through the eyes of a person who is slowly losing their mind.

Thursday, March 31, 2005

More of the BriGhtEst EyEs I love.

The funeral had begun

In the middle of the day
when you drive home to your place
From that job that makes you sleep
back to the thoughts that keep you awake
Long after night has come to claim
any light that still remains
In the corner of the frame
that you put around her face

Two pills just weren't enough
The alarm clock's going off but you're not waking up This isnt happening happening happening happening happening


It is
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