Thursday, April 4, 2013

Mind Scaps

When the touch of your hand
Is a source of pain
Love is not enough

The song of madness
Becomes hurtful to my ears
Love, give me silence

go to hell and take your daydreams with you
and while you’re at it, grab a few of mine

ah, kid, you died a dozen years ago
the same time I was learning to survive