she gets cheap highs. chrismas lights chrismas nights.
beeetles crawling through fingures.
its these nights that matter most.
with creepy voices,walls moving, ghosts.
i cannot feel my hands typeing this down.
we share such an emotionless frown.
be careful not to fall threw the cobwebs holding you up
run your fingures down chalkboards please.
run your fingures down chalkboards please.
im listening to you listen to me.
your weirded out by my childish screams.
this world is asleep.
Hanging from a roof top
Your fingers getting pricked in vines
Mistake gravity for feeling
go on and get dead.
Slowly stopping the feeling of bouncing off of walls and replacing them with slow
Faint, movements.
I guess you could say i was dancing.
Only now I have stopped
p.s It feels like winter, everything is so cold.
Have you ever been so stoned that you can't feel your own heart beat, beating.
Or written so fast you cant feel your hands moving?
Have you ever walked somewhere without noticeing the people surrounding you?
Walking down a street dragging your fingers along the bricks on the building not noticeing the peices of gum your placeing your fingers on.
have you ever sat in a library and listened to everyones conversations and noticed how diffrent everyones lifes really are?
Have your friends ever asked you
'why don't you ever want to talk anymore?'
have you ever made up a storie to cover a lie?
Have you ever stayed up all night by yourself j