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Monday, January 01, 2007 Monday, January 01, 2007

call me when your sober- evanescence

confusion clouds my mind.
listen to the deadly vaccum of nothing
its called silence
i wish you would not give me a choice
sometimes being force fed is not such a bad thing
i will myself to let go
but somewhere somehow
i do not want to
tell me again
why should i.
i watch the day loom closer
and i cannot bring myself to decide

let me forget
just for one second
one second of peace
thats all i plead for
listen to that deadly vaccum of nothing
its called silence
i long for it
i crave for it
but that does not mean i can handle it

music fills the room.
loud, banging, crashing.
freefall to the earth.
i want to know what i want again
somewhere i have lost myself
or maybe i never knew myself

let the rain wash me away
i want to run,fly
anything.
let me go

i wish i knew what i was doing