Over and over and over
By poni
Eyeballs dragging in the dustA triangle of mud wedges into the corner…scrapingAs I scrub it awayLeaving a trail of redChapping my cheeksAs tears most usually doTired of the path I wanderTired and so damn weary I stumble to the bed I’ve madeFluffing out of the questionMuffling more the styleAs I press my screaming mouth into the pillowAnother nightTomorrow…another day Written September 30th, 2001 © on Sep 30 2001 03:23 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Eyeballs dragging in the dustA triangle of mud wedges into the corner…scrapingAs I scrub it awayLeaving a trail of redChapping my cheeksAs tears most usually doTired of the path I wanderTired and so damn weary I stumble to the bed I’ve madeFluffing out of the questionMuffling more the styleAs I press my screaming mouth into the pillowAnother nightTomorrow…another day..."