Eyes hold the secret.
Liars keep the score.
Friends are lovers in disguise.
With peeping toms and sharpening eyes.
Tomorrow will be dreadful.
If we make it to tomorrow.
Death can stop most things.
Decaying among the living.
Breathing under water.
Suffocating on pure imagination.
Colorless on the floor.
Monday, June 22, 2009
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