February
19 March 2008
NIN-Dag :D
so impressed with all you do tried so hard to be like you flew too high and burnt the wing lost my faith in everything lick around divine debris taste the wealth of hate in me shedding skin succumb
Watching all the insects march along Seem to know just right where they belong Smears of face reflecting in the chrome Hiding in the crowd I'm all alone No one's heard a single word I've said They d
I pick things up I am a collector And things, well things, they tend to accumulate I have this net It drags behind me It picks up feelings For me to feed upon There are times, plenty of times I wish
I'm becoming less defined as days go by Fading away And well you might say I'm losing focus Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself Sometimes I think I can see right through my
Sunspots cast a glare in my eyes Sometimes I forget I'm alive I feel it coming and I've got to get out of its way I hear it calling and I come cause I can't disobey I should not listen and I shouldn'
See the animal in his cage that you built Are you sure what side you're on? Better not look him too closely in the eye Are you sure what side of the glass you are on? See the safety of the life you h
she shines in a world full of ugliness she matters when everything is meaningless fragile she doesn't see her beauty she tries to get away sometimes it's just that nothing seems worth saving I can't
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