Saturday, June 25, 2011

Bathilda Bagshot

remembering the moments
it’s so unclear
re-living it just to disappear
it’s always the wrong way
and never the same
it's dragging and staggered
into a dull replay

lying down in sleepless eyes
wide awake so caught inside
this aimless endeavor
it’s sure to leave its mark

blacked-out and beaten into our skin
deeper now that it's sunk in
feeding on all of this damage it’s done
the deeper you look
the harder it is to find

it’s so safe and so secure

blacked-out and beaten into our skin
deeper now that we've fell in

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