Friday, July 24, 2009

Stay Awake

I think I've lost it this time

I'm nearly sure.

Still hanging on,

The skin of my teeth might be my salvation


And all the things I said were true

I lied only to myself

I still do, I still fake it.

I can't even believe I'm doing this.


This shameful facade,

the playful charade

has to end, has to die

I have no sight.


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