Tuesday, January 02, 2007

You've got it all wrong.
I would never let myself be happy.

There's that sinking feeling again.
Those words draped across my neck,
"Run away."
I can't seem to fight this fleeting feeling.
The cold is much more welcoming.

Oh baby, I'm feeling self-destructive.

{The droughts of Venice; your masquerade}

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