posted by rosebleed @ 2:29 AM
every day I wake up
to the afternoon telling me
it's just too late to move
I'd wake up to the morning light
but I cannot stand to waste the night
I cannot take the feel of direction
4/16/05
under my shell
I'm soft and frail
over all this stone
is a place that should've been home
but I know it'll never come close
every day I end up waiting
for the world to stop rotating
because I can't pick up the pieces all alone
