No I will not be your doorstop. I'm not the man that dangles his… - Heavens Gate
Apr. 13th, 2006 07:44 pm
No I will not be your doorstop. I'm not the man that dangles his feet over the edge of the earth. You're as forgiving as a virus and as beautiful as it's infection. This venom comes out in the spurts of an endangered mammal, A scared lamb. With every step I'm breaking another bone, tearing another tendon. I like it that way. I'm tattered, but not as terrified as the scared midget that tucks their legs behind their head to hide. It's a shell made out of twigs and mud, rot. You sleep under the vacant sky with little to hide. Maybe one day you'll realize I'm not a stepping stone. I'm just an avalanche crumbling.