walls <br />hold it all back <br />i can see you don't believe <br />your own words <br />as they drip like poison past your beautiful lips <br />delicious poison <br />and i don't say anything back <br />i know my voice will break <br />no tears allowed <br />i knew you'd end up playing <br />me <br />him <br />but you won't see me cry <br />that comes later <br />pretend to be invincible <br />even as bullets sink in <br />to my paper mache body <br />shattering paper skin <br />untill <br />my glue soaked soul <br />dripps out <br />like water <br />in a sunset beach <br />or blood <br />soaking the asphalt ground<br /><br />D.J. Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paper-mache-2/
