Saturday, February 13, 2010


Cups run empty
Sands keep falling
But you don't notice
No innate reflex to look outside of your box
Never offering a refill or turning the hour glass
Just watching
Concerned as to how much you can receive and for how much longer you'll receive it
A broken heart is all that will be left
Blood shackles me
And I have no control

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