Would you like to see the scars of all the things I have done wrong
Each one tells a story, each mistake and flaw of me
If you knew what I had done, would you save me from this song
Maybe you see who I used to be
Let your perfect fingers touch my skin
I see this dark and empty road that I have followed all these years
My heart needs a home, it's so cold and alone, will you let me in
Finding you I cry, knowing one day you may leave me in tears
Still you seem to want to stay no matter how flawed I say
Though you see, I'm not as strong as I seem
I still need to see the sun shine through the clouds today
See this thing, it's sadness I deem
But you seem to be the only one for me
Sorrow drips into my heart through a hole covered in tar
This tar, it covers the hole in me
Still I wish you wen't so far
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This remarkable sometimes incoherent transcript illustrates a phantasmagoria of fear, terror, grief, exaltation and finally breakdown...On voyage 34 I finally met myself coming down an up-staircase, and the encounter was crushing...