stand_still raze when time stands still, its legs get tired from lack of movement. beads of sweat form on the lips of it. it has no tongue to taste its perspiration, so it bleeds its love away. and i have bled out all my good intentions waiting for our lives to stain our teeth with lies we buried in the truth we made, like diamonds scattered in a flood. 140303 ... . . 140304 what's it to you? who go blather from