Open wounds in the palms of my hands,
festering through infectious time.
I feel so faint as my life spills over you.
Backstep over glass as I repent.
I fear I cannot prevent myself from spilling your life all over me.
I'm so sick, so sick of myself.
Mother, say you'll pray for me.
I'm premature in my decay.
Shards of glass swimming in my eyes.
A small voice in the back of my mind that's whispering words
I never want to hear.
I pray that you won't hesitate,
as you watch me degenerate,
to reach in my wounds and extract all of my fear.
My suffocation, asphyxiation.
I've been choking on my own blood.


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    General Commentfirst AFI song i ever heard. my favorite [although it's hard to have a favorite with AFI...] this song mostly brought me into hardcore/punk. anyways... i agreat iwth tjos poison pale guy. i think its dying for someone because you want them, but at the same time you wantout. and you're repenting to them which hurts. and the frustration [open wound in your palms from digging your nails into them. i do thisoften.] i say its like a suicidal note but he's not sure about much anymore... if you catch my drift. yeargh.

    x Sean the terrible.
    hewhoisnothingon July 27, 2002   Link

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