someone you cannot know
look a ghost
2001-11-08 03:10:36 (UTC)
pieces and my television
i imagine nothing moves
the cat is still as you
but dust will form from dead skin blown
from what lies cold and blue
i imagine no one breathes
while waiting for the time
to pass inside the darkened cave
that holds what's left of you
i imagine i still care
that i feel something yet
a piece of you, what you go through
but i no longer do
i imagine boxes stacked
and each one never touched
as you will just not find yrself
accomplishing that much
i imagine everything
is waiting for the locks
to only give me time enough
to take the final box
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