Chasm

May. 7th, 2008 10:57 pm
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It's the new fad that kills
tips of razors, scissors, nails
beggin for a reason
smearing excuses on the walls
the gunshot tears pool on the floor
you slip and fall
and everything goes black
like the coffee you spilled when she left you
I watch you die
a little at a time
I know reaching out is futile
I tried it once
you pushed my hand away
I can't catch you if you jump
pinprick freckles like stars
peel off your face and wander to the sky
as you abandon your shell of flesh
and take the leap
only to discover
you're alone.

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