a.n-- just, thinking. trying to get back into this crazy world of words. dont hate me for being a little rusty.

strobe lights flash too fast;
your pretty heart cant keep up
its dancing with depression instead
just beating enough to keep you alive.
smile pretty girl
watch it work wonders;
you'll own the keys to this place.
this town.
my heart.
but thats not what you want its it?
so down that alcohol, your only poisoning
withering those delicate little veins,
and maybe thats good, because
your sure to open them later
behind closed doors,
behind your barbed wire fence
of security.
cant you see, its rustingcuttingeroding
your heart?
soon they'll be nothing left.

but maybe if you just loosen up--
laugh, live life, try, smile, pretty girl
the holes will fill.
you could put on a fresh coat
of existence, and be alright.

but thats completely up to you.