before this

              It makes          Noise
me wander                            destroys the
               from just        simple life
a bother makes you fall
   turning thoughts         into melodies
from one lie causing alone
        into another         and another
and I watch being
 until silence         doesn’t exist
grabs a hold and you can’t
       and you can’t         seem to remember
help, even                               yourself or
          if there was         any other point
any way to help to living
                  before         this
I stager off into broken life.
    thin air.

© 2010 The Still Air

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