Monday, July 24, 2006

Fallen

So the mistakes I've made are unforgivable. Deprived of form I watch the rain, and savore every drop from heaven, slowly driving me insane. Slowly, light pierces the sky. I hide, making tears of mine. After heaven there's no living, left for me is only time. So when did love become my enemy; and hate, my excuse to run away.

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