Monday, February 20, 2012

The Ill

Gravity will take you,
Like silver in the stars.

Every thing you've spent waiting,
Comes for you in the dark.

And you'd think it'd be bigger,
But in the end, it's only small.

When the wall caves in,
Where do you escape?

When lungs are crushed,
The last breath to take.

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