Sunday, January 13, 2008

Too much.

The abandoned railroad didn't work out
It's no use pretending
The wreckage isn't there
So many whispers of so many things
In your peripheral vision
But full on, they disappear
Or do they?

The white-walled room didn't work out
It's no use pretending
The insane aren't there
The voices pull you into them
And take over your entire being
They look and act like you
But are they?

But really, be honest
So many phantom ships haunt you
Which don't have to be there
Or do they?

xoxo
Bex

Posted by Rebecca @ 3:47 PM