2/28/14

unedited.

unedited.
untouched.
in tears am I
underneath it all
under ground
hiding the tremors between the piles and piles

when you hear the music out of the pattern
out of context
and you didn't know the voice was talking to you.
and then the music turns to just pulses
and you see yourself
sitting
cold
in a room
below
alone
and you want to punch yourself
and make you bleed
leave a scar to remember
tomorrow
for tomorrow

and pinecones,
they leave a mark
and bark
bark.

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