turn on the t.v.
to get used to the pain
the bleeding inside
it shuts out my emotions
so i can't think
clouded by illusions
of an happy ending
the phone rings
wakes me from a nightmare
i used to have
of you saving me as i fall
images of wut i wish could be
clash with reality
alarms go off in my head
to liberate my aspirations
the halucination of you and me
i clot out my sentiments
so i can fixate on a distraction
someone out in existence give me something to clutch

 
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