Thursday, March 12, 2009

The Welcoming of The Sun

Lets torture tonight and laugh as loud and we can scream.
We can bring these lights brighter,
help them in, the ones we seek at night.
When we can finally fall asleep, because heaven knows
its too cold here to sleep, and far too loud.
We move irregularly, and we wake ourselves
in a frantic sweat. I tell you I see them
playing in the shadows, some them even
haunt you but your far to strong, and well built
to even notice that every day I'm dying.
I'm not normal, and I'm not whats written about me.
This time the roles have been carved
in to my chest.
Let's vanish and for get the small parts of me,
between my trunks, and below the belly of the beast.

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