Between fight & flight

Friday, December 30, 2011

There's a stain of a mark
On your chest and your face
Where Life used to be
But now is just pale

Now there's nothing but darkness
For all of your days
And all of your nights
Are spent curled up in graves

Can't live, and can't die
No choice but to lie
But they still think you're rubbish
Though you're minding your ways

So just lie down, and stay still
Someone might fill the lone hole
But don't hope for a saviour
You're not worth dirty hands

3:23 PM

Crashburn

O, ye of little faith

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