Wednesday, October 7, 2009
my spine is like a ladder and you're climbing up into my head. you're under my skin and you're making your way in between my ribs, playing my heartstrings until your fingers are raw, trying to play the right chord. you're just going to keep strumming and strumming until your fingers bleed and your blood mixes in with mine and we won't know the difference. you're never going to play that chord you're looking for and you're just going to keep mixing in with my blood until i overflow and stain that white canvas red.