28 March 2012
Echoing remnants of tomorrow
Forced through tiny cracks in the broken concrete sand
A picture of better days gone by
Slipping through my bleeding hand
Escaping the only way home
Bruised to the very core
Oblivious to the real problem
Everything becomes black as night
Stilled by an uncaring machine
Cold and sterile as the blade cutting into our very souls
Holding onto nothing just awhile longer
Primed and ready for the retcon
Spliced together like an old film left running in an empty theater
Sinister and solvent
Peeled back exposing the dead skin
Holding Me Together...
Holding Me Together • Opuss № I