Tuesday, March 23, 2010

I am but a brick in your wall.
You think not of me.
I am nothing by myself.

But I feel if I break away,
You will fall.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Take my heart.
Stab it right through.
Because I don't want to breathe any more.

Shoot me in the skull.
Let me bleed it out.
Because you broke my wings, then taught me how to fly.

In death, I hope you can see my life.
Because you fucked it up this time.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Tricolour.

I feel faint and numb.
Je me sens faible et sans vie.

Without you I feel nothing.
Ohne Sie glaube ich nichts.

You are the wind in my sails.
Sei il vento in mie vele.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Dashing.

I once had a hula hoop. It broke.
That basically foreshadowed the rest of my life.

Don't you ever wish?