Sunday 13 April 2008 photo 1/1
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A sweaty-toothed madman
with a stare that pounds my brain,
His hands reach out and choke me
all the time he mumbles slowly
Truth
Truth is lika a blanket,
that always leaves your feet cold
Stretch it, pull it
It will never cover any of us
kick at it, beat at it
It will never be enough
From the moment we enter crying
To the moment we leave dying
it will cover just our heads
as you wail and cry and scream
Annons