the sadness falls upon me like a thick drape
the slow rolling curtain at the end of the show
in a dim empty theater, a pale blue.
suffocating like a plastic bag,
feeling remission from life.
My enemy is killing me, I want to surrender,
to play the martyr...
My enemy is my best friend
but I can't just tell him to leave
my hate for myself is all I have going.
the suffocating sadness
and a million eyes looking two million ways
losing communication...
To the best of our knowledge, the text on this page may be freely reproduced and distributed. If you have any questions about this, please check out our Copyright Policy.