hallways
By navi01
empty words rip through my ears like poison through my veins. a spiral drills into my head emptying the pain. this path is worn down to the bone, these bones have been sucked dry. if you swallow passion whole, why refuse to die? beyond the flicker of stale light, beneath the casual lies... there is a place of crystal truth where no heart ever dies. the only time I find it here is when I close my eyes. © on Mar 12 2002 11:06 AM PST other • angst
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"empty words rip through my ears..."