I break just a little bit, when the key is found, but I can't unlock.
I break just a little bit, when the thorns have smoothed, but I can't pluck.
I break just a little bit, when the shackles have loosened, but I can't reach.
I break just a little bit, when the blindfold has slipped, but I can't see.
I break just a little bit, when the hands are off my throat, but I can't sing.
I break just a little bit, when the windows are cleaned, but I see grey.
I break just a little bit, when the cast is off, but I can't walk.
I break just a little bit, when I see you there, but I can't talk.
Little by little, bit by bit, I am left with nothing.
Chained by me and you.
b r o k e n .
I went off @
1:35 AM
The watcher
Tuesday, February 3, 2009