The number you have reached has been disconnected-
yes, the bonds were bound to break.
With these weaks hands I built the wall-
I can't help it if the disguise was fake.
I've always been the walking contradiction-
determined to breach the will to survive.
But you pull the strings and I tremble-
a graceless dance, shifting to overdrive.
Too much tension will shake the pillars-
too little and I can crawl ahead.
I push aside the skeletones-
occupying my conflicted head.
Created: Jul 30, 2010Document Media