whisper:
silence speaks her name
*all about framing the game*
let me
escape the purpose
futility exit-wounding every door it comes through
break through me
make me a wasted end that can look back on a life
a life with wings
and an edge
colour defeats paper
paper beats rock
rocks and stones
break my bones
papercut's will bleed
things that I'll need
need to mind before I can look
look behind
it's always the same when you win
the world starts with a smile
and
that's where the rain comes in
and anyway it's all the same
it's all and always in the game
the game with rhyme and scheme's
not an ill-chosen alternative for lies
as I would say in all my tries
to play the very same game
I seem to write
I seem to bleed
I think I feel
I thought I'd meet
me somewhere in the middle
but it's all alright
even if that is all there is to know
nevermind the starless night
I'm with you, let's go...