Sunday, June 12, 2011

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the sky screams silver
in its high pitched rage dream
it's that time again
it's normal, it passes

where the footprints stop at nothing
you can almost see the light
that used to warm the earth here
before time withered to
it's mesh of crushed leaves and silence

so when you ask yourself tomorrow
under a reckless sense of
charmed discouragement
that the machine ate through your eyes
remember one lie can drown the sun

i'm sorry

-4.8.10, myspace

1 comment:

  1. pretty powerful...
    "the machine ate through your eyes"