Victim of the Blood Run

[Laura]

I've got scratches
your identity under my nails
I can still feel your hand
unbuckling my belt

my mind was shutting
delicate sopranos were dancing
treading water on their way in
they were always singing

and I -
just can't seem to scrub this dried blood away

there were cushions
worn and used
comforting the falls
I took on the way down

and there were neon lights
flickering and blinding
there was a bathroom
scumming like you

things were untouched
unnoticable, unexplained
things were undeniable
uncharacteristic, unreal

you were gigantic, a story
a tale almost too frightening to tell
a mystery in the pavement
the dust in my eyes

and there was a silence
I had never heard
an awkward, creepy atmosphere
to fill the voids in my nerves

and I -
just can't seem to scrub the dried blood away

[Absinthe]

[glow=black,2,300]"and there was a silence
I had never heard
an awkward, creepy atmosphere
to fill the voids in my nerves

and I -
just can't seem to scrub the dried blood away"


..........This was.....for lack of a beter word, amazing. Wow. Just, wow.[/glow]