Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I pray it doesn't scream my name,
so I light a flame and let it breathe
the air that kills the shame

A risky morning
I feel like I'm alive
I can't believe I've made
it through this time
The edge of sorrow I
lived in for some time
has left the hole I have inside

The burning edge that drowned my hate
was the last thing I ever felt
or thought I could escape

I'm up,
I'm down
like a roller coaster,
racing through my life...