Blind Spot

Posted by prla1983 on October 19, 2007 • 0 commentsEmail This Post

A self deprecating prophecy
Such amazing delicacy
It's not the way you want to be
But there's no other sight you care to see
The jigsaw drifting out of place
Clutching at straws with nothing but a face

Analyze, jeopardize
Every day wearing the same old disguise
Every hope scarred by coffee and cigarette burns
Tears and holes in the fabric of the soul

Black swan says check mate
Don't believe a word he says

Sheets are cold, you left without a trace
You never been there in the first place



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