right about now

somewhere new driftin off with luv guidin the blind.... Stands still the moment of knowin this to could disrupt the mind.... Concur the passion n fool it with emotional poison.... Ends of beginnings fail under the watch of lips moistened.... Here in the presence of time goin numb.... A place called home could very well fall back on number one.... As anger films the play back to the change that is to much to give.... Losin the battle once again as a time before lived.... Under the contact it could all be unnoticed without a cause.... As those tempted tingles slip n slide in to a pause.... N those that disapprove applaud for their own turn.... Feelin as dead as luv fed to the worms.... Right about now the weight seems to weaken the strength tryin to stand firm.... As in between the lines of confusion reads another lesson learned.... Rippin holes in the chest the size of fingers diggin in after the heart.... N this has the makings of pain written in the scars.... The untold depths hurt before that face even disappears.... Prior to that empty hollow wantin her near....