Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Hwy 11 or Hugging the barrel

Here is the sin that I live in,
the sin that's my prision.
I race just to pass by the memories of you that have burned in my mind since that day.
Since that spray...of your blood.
The pain in your face that no time can erase.
And the seconds turn into decades.

That moment frozen in time, haunts me always.
I close my eyes and your here.
You surround me, in all of my fears,
and then your gone.
I'm gone too.. though not like you.

And forever I wait for your words.
The words that you scrawl and you scratch in my brain,
and I feel the pain that you do.
What I put you through!

I can still feel the impact.
I can feel you smash through the glass,
see your face,
hear you scream.
And my dream,
is that one day you'll be able to forgive what I've done.
Because I can't.

And with every breath, I can feel it tear through my chest.
And I cry.
The tears, they climb up from inside.
I cry for you.. and me too.
That night I took both of our lives, because the one that I'm living now is not mine.

It feels heavy in my hand, the gun that is.
But I manage to keep it steady, I know that it's time,
that I'm ready... for this,
Because there's no turning back once the trigger has ssssssnapped...

I guess I expected more. A BANG or a sting or something...

Instead I'm floating in this darkness, that hugs at me, pulls at me.
I graciously embrace it and sink into the silence.
Here there are no faces or screams to haunt my dreams,
here, I am alone. Always.

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"Memories are just where you laid them
Drag the waters till the depths give up their dead.
What did you expect to find?
Was it something you left behind?
Don't you remember
Anything I said when I said...
Don't fall away,
Leave me to myself."


- Fuel

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