Breathing Lessons

12/07/2005

It’s too much for me
Maybe I’m already dead
But haven’t stopped breathing
I’m at the end of all things gray
This is where my skin pulls tight
And my fingers bleed
Here is where hope lead me
Falling down the hole but
Finding nothing to behold
Like Alice
Many things done right
I’ve learned the tricks of living
I’ve made you feel good
While the bruised reed bent my life
This is where I slipped by
But it’s ok I guess
I’ve been lost on the side roads
There was nothing to see there
Just a vapor
and lost memory
Soon you’ll forget what you meant to me
And I will remember not to breathe.

zss
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