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Mon, Sep. 13th, 2010, 10:12 pm

i am trapped in the dark
inching towards me
losing ground
keeping a straight face
but i feel about to pass out
this pain in my heart
is turning into a sea
of close quarters
of sharp pins
of anxiety.

when the haze opens its mouth
a row of fine daggers
that which i couldn't confide
that which i wouldn't see
shiny stars shake me free
and the pain was a hundred
syringes taking me.

someones heart is beating
over my voice
and i keep getting out of sync
from all the noise
i can't feel the comfort
of a heavy kiss
i'm lost from the thought
of consciousness