Sunday, October 31, 2004

 

10.30.04

So much control.

Decimation, and with an unknown reason.

Torn to shreds, I'm already apart.

Hidden behind a facade of myself.

All eyes on me.

And I turn.

I don't deserve the glance or the response.

I trespassed the line of savior.

If you think that I could be forgiven, I wish you would.

Docking out...
-Ryan : around the corner

Ryan posted this at 3:01 AM.