I know you
Ive seen you those eyes before

on the coast
buried underneath the shore

the ghost of something past
reflected in the sky

bouncing off the tumbling waves
the cold wind blows sand in your eyes

im not dreaming
this fog rolls in from your disease

it bites into me and
before I blink im on my knees

the killers lips
in the city of sex

sit on a pale face
eight inches above her breasts

its ending now
theres nothing left

but a photograph of your smiling face
buried in my chest

theres a link to a recording in the sig
the sound on my computer isn't working so i can't listen to the recording but i like the lyrics
i'm sorry i don't have any insightful critique just thought i'd say that i thought it was good