lunes, 27 de abril de 2009

what is there to know?

"that's life", they say "that's how it is"
people come and go, you just have to keep on going
but every person that comes inside me leaves with a piece of my flesh
and i'm weary
i don't want to be made of pieces anymore
of memories
of someone who came and left
i don't want to look inside myself; i'm afraid to find they haven't left anything behind
only scraps of what i used to be

viernes, 3 de abril de 2009

he knew it; deep inside he knew it
doors would never be completely closed, no matter how hard he tried
she was caged in a room with walls on all sides and, even so,
light was coming out... there would never be complete darkness