Fallen angels at my feet
...Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes--lying next to me I fear
She beckons me, shall I give in?
Upon my end shall I begin.
Forsaking all I've fallen for...
I rise to meet the end*

Vaseline

June 23, 2006

“We stand, we slip”
That’s the closest aphorism to us

“We slip, we fall”
How could you let me go?

“We fall, we hurt”
You’ve always been cold and wet as water

“We hurt, we bleed”
But you can drown me no more.

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