life beneath the scales

life beneath the scales

A Poem by We May Well Be The Ones

inside my head I know I am sinking
my limbs are comotose from everything
no words, no roads, no drugs could cure these strings
i'm empty, I am cold. oh yes this is me

is it still too late to change
I mean I'm moving with new legs
I think there's something here to save
I've been scared but I'm not afraid

inside my head I know I can't escape
i get less and less of sleep everyday
my bones are homes to what I can't erase
I rest hoping to die but I'm always afraid

can I hold my faulty tongue
nothing good comes from these lungs
I know my heart says I am done
I don't know what I've become

© 2008 We May Well Be The Ones


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West Covina, OR



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