Puddle
As we pass
The day
Is fading
Lighter.
Or is it darker?
My eyes can't tell the difference lately.
They're always closed in a slumber I can't shake off.
I'm not sure if what I see, what I say, what I hear...
Is truth or dream.
Or am i just falling apart?
I fall
To the ground
Face first.
Blood.
Or is it water?
I can't tell the difference.
My eyes are too busy focusing on the nothing I'm left with.
Could someone please tell me what color this puddle is?
by
thefadingsceneposted on 03/20/2008
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