Friday, January 14, 2011

R.I.P. Trish Keenan of Broadcast

And then one day you wake

To find all broken halls

And curved walls confine you

When you get close

They are everywhere with your voice

Leading you down decisions that have

And will turn you and end in silence

It all made sense before

But then one day you woke

A broken bell

And there is no way out

But sleep