Scattered Sheep
The cool chill in the air, feels like your icy arms, wrapped around me
The city at night gives no echo, only silence, my lone footsteps
I am the stranger in the dark, the quite one in the park
careful not to talk to me, I just might deadly be...
No one approaches me, my expression gives me away
I’d sooner watch you bleed or save your life indeed
Who really knows me now? My lover, my dead mother?
All who meet me tonight, will take a piece of my life
Lonely no, no stranger I meet
I laugh at your jokes, cause they are trite to me
I scatter the sheep and watch them run
I get off on seeing the fun!!!
andreatravis
10-30-12
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