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Gray-Ink — Precisely This
Published: 2010-01-29 18:56:32 +0000 UTC; Views: 132; Favourites: 4; Downloads: 7
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Since when did I feel like a bird on the inside?Because right now wings beat on my flesh
And my bones are hollow.
I feel like the music inside me burned out.
Like there's nothing to play on
But heartache and held notes.
And my spine is unfurled before you like a roadmap.
Of nerve endings and hurt feelings
And something called trepidation.
There are raindrops falling on my fingertips.
They smell like smoke
And taste like tears.
It's like I'm trapped inside a prison cell.
With bars made of brass
And shackles of ivy.
Did I ever stop to think that I was falling?
Because if I looked back
I would have seen the earth get smaller.
Instead I waited until I tasted fear.
And a thick, strange beast
Settled inside my chest.
My feet turned all topsy-turvy.
Like kamikaze airplanes
On a suicide mission.
And I can feel redemption just on the other side.
Like a pressure against my eyelashes
Ten thousand butterfly kisses.
