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Gallagher · Posted 02-17-2013, 06:23 PM

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cold fingers, hot blood
sweat
dust and dark, suffocating
a melody
screaming
it's not enough

There's comfort in it, a twist of the fingers, metal on metal, scratching, creaking, broken. Clean skin ruining itself, smooth against dents and ridges, rust flaking off in pieces. It clings like glitter, something insignificant, beloved in childhood and a mere annoyance as age wears. It's just the opposite. A mark of life, of strength, of sanity itself, falling apart so slowly, so painfully. There's comfort in it, helping the process along. Wearing away to the very bone.

A terrible thing in finding love is those moments when you realize how alone you are without them.

You should know better by now.

Suffering alone is so melodramatic.

		#32	Gallagher It Won't Stop
No comments. cold fingers, hot blood sweat dust and dark, suffocating a melody screaming it's not enough There's comfort in it, a twist of the fingers, metal on metal, scratching, creaking, broken. Clean skin ruining itself, smooth against dents and ridges, rust flaking off in pieces. It clings like glitter, something insignificant, beloved in childhood and a mere annoyance as age wears. It's just the opposite. A mark of life, of strength, of sanity itself, falling apart so slowly, so painfully. There's comfort in it, helping the process along. Wearing away to the very bone. A terrible thing in finding love is those moments when you realize how alone you are without them. You should know better by now. Suffering alone is so melodramatic.
	Posted 02-17-2013, 06:23 PM