Even the Electric Songs are Ballads
My fingers bleed
As my eyes are raw
You’re gone
And you've left me
Hearing
Voices
The walls
Move in
And i
Stay out late
Trying hard
Not to stray.
The sound
Of you
In my head
Is lost to erasure
And i
Dread rewinding.
-jim hill (12-17-08)
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