11 May 2010
Oh fragile escapism
Here you are again
I’ll wash your bed sores
If you’ll cry my name.
And in the dark of night
Its sticky tarred surface
Swallows me whole
I am one with the abyss.
Strange creatures call
Angry with the night
Covering their scars
Guilty with their plight.
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