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[aid] => mick
[title] => empty pages
[time] => 2005-11-03 03:20:44
[hometext] => listen to Sage Francis
[bodytext] => Empty Pages starting back at me begging me to spill a little ink fill their spaces with the crimson of my voice It's hard to speak when your throat has been slashed Empty Pages that will never taste the ink the writer of my screenplay will never finish she has found a new leading man The Empty Pages bare witness to what happens to accidents blood shed and broken hearts so ignore my pathetic attempts to get to you The Empty Pages document the silence in my bedroom and my phone lies silent on the table I'm still breathing Am I still alive? These pages are empty because I wrote it on the walls so I'll look at them constantly perfectly snow white empty the tangible white noise constantly play through my head maybe I should soak them with the crimson of my voice Empty Pages Starting at the beginning without you fill the pages with your tears cause I'm done drain my blood til the page runs red Empty Pages that I need to fill to tell you how I hate you maybe then I'll finally get over you I hope you lose control and the last thing that goes through your head is me Empty Pages like the silence in my head hard to fill since you've been gone like you left my heart drained my blood til there's nothing left The Empty Pages are slowly draining my crimson voice soon everything will go black and I'll sleep a thousand years six feet under The Pages Are Empty the inkwell is full I filled it with blood and tears the only thing I have left your apologies aren't good enough though you dont say a word Empty Pages testify the sojourn to find your replacement but I'm never statisfied another you would only kill me no one matches how bright you burn my blood Empty Pages that soak up my blood that I spill to make me feel more like human to die Empty Pages that demand my voice what's left to say what more can I say what the ***** was I thinking? enjoy the silence these nites I'm burning to fill the empty pages with the voice in my head so I'll have silence once more Empty Pages come full circle like a morbious strip stuck in this endless cycle I'm left staring back at an empty page [comments] => 1 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 13 [informant] => emokid [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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