Wind on Skin
Neurotron | 5 November 2004, 12:47pmA wealth of memories, frittered
carelessly, prodigal child
Fingers burnt by touching your skin
I watch them turn to ash
and scatter in the nonchalant wind.
She cares not for my pain
though healed in parts, scabby
She picks at it, intermittently
and I indulge her,
How foolish, you say
Maybe.
Blow hot, tormentor, blow
over the raw skin, but let it be slow
so I can feel the peeling
Blow cold, nurturer, blow
over trapped time, so I can know
when began the healing.
Current Mood: Cold
Current Music: Set the controls for the heart of the Sun - Pink Floyd
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1. By Jai | 5 Nov 2004, 1:47pm
dude, i dont know if its alcohol or ur lines, but i can feel the pain.
2. By drp | 5 Nov 2004, 3:44pm
motherf**#@R.
wow.
.
painful.
Payne.
3. By Neurotron | 8 Nov 2004, 9:34am
~Jai: ah. well, hope it wasnt too bad.
~drp: u like? :-D
4. By drp | 12 Nov 2004, 6:49pm
u n ur "Music for the post" funda... [-x
liar, liar...ur small pants on fire! u SO weren't lissenin to Pink Floyd i betcha!
[-x
5. By Ravi | 14 Nov 2004, 2:20pm
Man you own a parlour???
6. By Neurotron | 16 Nov 2004, 9:46am
~drp: worai...it was playing in my head, I assure you... :-D I had been listening to it the previous day.
~Ravi: no man. why do u ask? Because of the peeling skin?? :-))
7. By Ravi | 17 Nov 2004, 11:25am
Na man, was totally confused n stuff.....forget it....