RT @JasonIsbell: Mark David Chapman, the man most likely to forgive you happened to be the one you killed.
Mar
11
11
Rise
rise outta bed
and the sweat of the night
dreams of falling
from a never ending flight
alone in the dark
with pale green stars
and a shadow of pain
from the never ending scars
a symphony of creaks
that cloud my sight
the scuffs on the floor
from last night’s fight
…cooling off
I drift towards slumber
a dream of pain
…to be awaken by thunder.
4 Responses to “Rise”
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These are really old lyrics that I found at the old sparkleandfade.com. Good times.
trash
This work makes no mention to your face… why would you bring it up?
PWN3D!