[khg] shaking the problem

[empallin]

trying to shake this taste
of clinched fists and broken skin
spending the nights walking
the cold damp streets
lights powered by loneliness
and trees of heartbreak
that blossom broken dreams
we meet along the way
your daydream blurry face
with a tired fading voice
you dont have to tell me
a hundred times over
i am not worth the bother
you dont ever have to say
all those things you had to
over and over and over again
but you always will
because that is just your way
another bottle of agony
poured on the wounds
of a long and forgotten
another dose of reality
as a i pick up the broken glass