August 2010
3 posts
Another Mess of Men.
To be treated as “Messes of Men pt. II” for those who listen to mewithoutYou
As you stood and took the hit, my lip was harshly bit, We knew that it wouldn’t be much longer, Till our clothes were shown quite tattered. I would never understand the beauty in my hands, As each drop of blood fell from flesh to asphalt. And I feared the looming face, of his visceral grace, As he had...
The Vilest.
I remember when we had nothing to lose. But now you can lose everything and I pity you. Everyday you run through my brain and I want to free you. Clip the wings you had from the start but never used. You’re fake now, but I don’t know if you were ever real. Every talk we had, the friendship I thought I was building, Was probably a game to you. The only relational game I’ve ever...
