This is my home
Where nothing happens
This is where I grew up
Scared of the dark
I breathe to the silence of the streets
This is where nothing happens
The outside world
Doesn't infect me here
It can't reach me
No
Not here
Nothing
I could care less
About
Nothing
The silence is deadly
I choked on unspoken words
Nothing happened
Again
This is my home
Where I bleed the silence
This is where I fell in love
Broke my legs for her
This is where I screamed at the sky
And lost my voice
This is where I dreamed
Where I nightmared
The beginning
And the end
This is my home
Where nothing is precious
I would wish on the stars
But the bright night lights
Hide them from my vision
This is where I threw it away
Where I gave up
Cave in
I wanted something more
Than this
Something better
This is my home
Where I learned to cope
With my darkness
Where nothing happens
Showing posts with label inspired by Page Avenue by Story of the Year. Show all posts
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Monday, August 4, 2008
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word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming
