place photo here
empty wood frame
holds up the family you see
deep warn wood holds together the life in me
the glass is near thick decay
old
cold
i dont think its really made of me
cant be
the only thing im apart of
in this old family photo
faces i havnt seen sence life was big on me
my fingers trace the last frame we hold apart in
my eyes strain to see me in
every night i touch this old wooden frame
last shred of the memories i wish had been erased
i hope it decays
i hope the wood eats its self
vanity will over come this last complete part of our sins
every night
i hope i might
have that fit thats way over due
and bring this last family photo
broken
burnt
wood decayed
to you
and look at you
finally
unatached to my will
not afraid to be the one that had to have it done
the one blamed
the one killed
ill walk away and leave the old wood frame
empty
my last string cliped
ill leave this house with every frame blank of me
just wish i could erase the past
but its always only
temporarily

 
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