..when the mind ceases to think..

...some organized incoherence.

Monday, June 15, 2009


Don't you just love the teenagers who bash the heart with every cliché they can come across just to be different? Say hello to the 18 year old me. Have a good laugh.

And I don't seem to understand
Why I still hang onto this thin strand
Of hope that merely drowns me deeper
In this sea that leads me nowhere

I'm drowning...I'm breaking...
Falling from the blood drenched cloud nine
I'm bleeding just to see you alive

I'm fighting a fight I know I've lost
Thrown behind the lines I once crossed
I'm fading in the mist of the morning
I'm drowning in the rainy tears of heaven
Sinking in the deep placid sea
I bleed for you and me

And I'm falling...and I'm hurting...
Fading away into lost memories...
Losing myself in my surreal dreams

And I can't seem to accept this end
I'm broken but I still pretend
Clinging onto my recurring dream
Where you reach out just to leave me

Now I've fallen and I am broken
There's no more hurting, no more bleeding
I see some hope, and within you remain
Once I'm dead, you'll be close again

You're too far...you're too far...


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