

Dancing. I watch,Dancing. by ~Brooklyn-Burning
Mesmerised.
As your fingers dance over
The black and white keys.
I stare,
Immobilised,
As I fall in love.
Carry on dancing,
Please.


Choking. You can choke on your tears for all i care,Choking. by ~Brooklyn-Burning
While your blood stains your skin crimson.
Put on that fake smile that you wear,
It makes everything OK, within reason.
You use razorblade after razorblade,
Making each cut a little deeper in turn.
Look now at this mess you've made,
You would have thought you'd learn.
You can feel that feeling inside of you,
When you give up and stop caring.
And all the pain and hurt is coming through,
When your world itself is tearing.