sharkoftheday

the sounds were quiet at first,  with long silences in-between.  she kept her head down on her sewing and thought some kids in the alley across the street were goofing off. the sounds went on for three, four, five minutes, growing a little louder each time.  it almost sounded like someone rapping on the walls. she concentrated on her sewing. suddenly a girl appeared in her doorway.  "let's go see the fireworks!" she cried, with a grin.  they hurried out the door into the comfort of the violet evening sky. she followed the other girl down the sidewalks of 15th avenue, full of orange hazard signs and dark holes.  the clear, cool summer air

Ripping apart the broken wounds, Too impatient to let them bleed. The decedance of the common man, Not fake enough for you to believe. [Chorus:] Scars crying their final goodbye, As they climb through the surface, awaiting to die. Decieving their reason on the waking night, Bleed through their essence for the final time. Sworn to hate myself all the time, By exile to the place of horrid silence. Secrecy becoming my unwanted ally. Don't know why I even tried this. Scars crying their final goodbye, As they climb through the surface, awaiting to die. Decieving their reason on the waking night, Bleed through their essence for the

I'm hopeless, wandering through corridors I've already wandered, and thinking of changes I've already pondered, Hoping that maybe, this time, the outcome would be different. That I would not find myself, trapped at a dead end, that you'd give your heart to me, and my own would mend. But I've nothing left to give, my insides left bare, if it is not me you need, Please, my heart do spare. Don't tell me things you don't mean, things you do not feel, despite what you may have thought, my heart is not steal No longer will I wander, through corridors I know, love me completely, or completely let me go.  

She said she was tired of this whole image war, "The magazines and the beauty queens, All slaves to the masses" He tried not to laugh As she sang, Another random song As she trailed off Falling asleep on the phone She said she was tired of feeling like this, "The anxiety and the complexity," She just needed to cry, Then she would be fine Then she would be okay He tried not to interrupt As she sang, Another random song As she ranted again Long into the school-night She said she was tired of wasting her time with words, "the "grammatically correct" and the useless structure" she just needed to sing Another Random So