Saturday, February 25, 2012

it's a sickness with me, don't you see


theyll close the door and lock it and open in 30 days
i better bring my pencil, i'll be going at it in spades
dont give up now, the writings on the wall
dont make me leave till i copy it all
how can this be proper in such a space as this
i thought this was punishment, to see what i would miss
but i cant stop this car from crashing, im coming down the road
these thoughts in my head, ive got to empty this load

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thank you so much for your thoughts and suggestions. i guess i provoked an emotion.