I don't beleive I'm capable of
love,i
don't beleive I'm able to love without hurting
you.
I will hang from above,dangling just enough to put my
shoes into your view.
I don't
beleive i can't go five secondswithout holding
hands with my doom.
Because i reject Sanity, in my mind there is
no room.
I
beleive I'm going crazy, or I've just
started listening to It..
I've opened my ears, and opened my
wrists.
I peeked
through the crack below, saw his shoes pacing
to and fro.
and as my rage explored the depths my
mind, i felt my own
bones,
but my soul lost purpose, when I
saw those shoes were my own.
and now I'm sitting here in the dark of my closet,
Afraid of the dark and all it's inhabitants,
what i saw i wish i forgot it,
But this razor is the closest I've gotten to a
visit.